#as much as I adore the movies... they simply have NOTHING on the books

[sochilll]

Okaaaay just finished my first re-read of all 3 Hunger Games books since I was 12..... inconsolable frankly

[jeondesu]

ೀ⋆ 🍂 SKZ + WAYS THEY SHOW “ I LOVE YOU ” !

── ✧ ˚. ꒰ pairing ꒱ ˒˓ ot8 x gn!reader ˒˓ established relationship genre: fluff warnings: not many… just some mentions of food & kissing <3

this is an old repost from my deleted blog !

방찬/BANG CHAN.

chan is the most perfect boyfriend you could ask for. he’s the type to never let you lift a finger when he’s around you. whether it be fixing a broken pipe in the house or carrying all of the groceries; it wasn’t a problem for him at all. he may get consumed in his work sometimes but that didn’t mean he spends less quality time with you. he’d call you throughout the day to check up on you and tell you how much he misses you. he’d share what he was working on and update you on small things. always smothering you once he comes home— no seriously, he does not let you breathe. he’d pepper kisses all over your face whilst having you wrapped tightly in his arms. the warmth of his loving embrace made you feel the safest and utmost protected.

리노/LEE KNOW.

lovesss taking you out on fun interactive dates. movies, bowling, mini golf, fruit-picking, and candlelit dinners were a just a few to name. minho enjoyed going to small family owned restaurants, he loved desserts and would order a milkshake with two straws on each side. you’d be playing footsie under the table like little kids, teasing you while staring into each others eyes trying not to burst out laughing. he loves you just as much as he loves his cats and that’s saying a whole lot. he has a picture of you playing with soonie and dori as his lock screen, it was probably the cutest pic he’s ever taken of you. he calls you and his cats a little family >\\< he loves the way they all get along with you and it affirms even more that you really are the one for him.

창빈/CHANGBIN.

constantly showers you with dozens upon dozens of compliments. could write a full-fledged novel on simply everything he adores about you. he’ll write sweet notes from time to time and leave them in random areas for you to find. your relationship with him always kept you guessing, he was so full of pleasant surprises. he noticed the littlest details about you and could practically read you like a book. he knew immediately when you were in a slump, it became his personal mission to cheer you up. is super touchy feely with you but does it with the most pure intentions. pressing feathery kisses along your hands and the insides of your palms, then trails further up your arm. he loved seeing how flustered you’d get by it, only wanting to keep doing it more.

현진/HYUNJIN.

treats you as his artistic muse. his deep infatuation with you fed his inspiration with new ideas constantly. his paintings were a reflection of his mind, his most inner thoughts and emotions. almost every painting he’s done was inspired by you in some way, shape, or form. art and photography are one his favorite hobbies so naturally he’s going to always wanna snap pictures of you. whenever you two go on dates he takes pics of you without you knowing, smiling to himself and thinking how lucky he is to have you. he tells you often how much you mean to him, he was a very vocal partner. you didn’t need to ask for reassurance because hyunjin would just give it to you anyway. it was like he could read your mind, he understood you on a intuitive and spiritual level.

한/HAN.

he is completely and authentically himself when he’s with you. your relationship is the most easy going thing in his life, he couldn’t imagine life without you. he loves that your humor is the same and you’re both always goofing off. he feels most accomplished if he can make you laugh until your stomachs start hurting. almost everything was a joke to him but the love he had for you was definitely not. he share’s everything with you, his clothes, favorite snacks, deepest secrets, nothing off limits for him. never stops talking about you with the other members, every little thing reminds of him you so he has to announce it. he could be doing something serious and then one of your inside jokes would randomly pop in his head, smiling like an idiot to himself. he was so proud to have you as his lover and best friend.

필릭스/FELIX.

the most sweet, nurturing, individual in the universe. put a million heart emojis next to your contact name and never fails each time to get a stomach full of butterflies every time he’s with you. hears a song that reminds him of you and instantly sends it; will make monthly playlists for you too. he gets lost in your eyes all the time, can’t help but feel his heart beat out his chest by your ethereal beauty. you could be having an in-depth conversation with him and he’d zone out from just looking at you. he can’t stand being away from you when he’s gone and gets real sad and lonely if he can’t hold you >.< will send you LENGTHY messages of what he loves most about you and how much he wants to be with you. if he can’t physically be there, he’ll do all he can to still feel like he’s right beside you.

승민/SEUNGMIN.

thoughtful gestures were his love language. he would notice your shoe is untied as you’re both walking and stop everything he’s doing to fix it for you. will do anything you ask him to at the drop of a hat. does chores and tasks around the house when you aren’t feeling up to it, he never complains about it either which you love. lots and lots of hugs and kisses !! he especially loves hugging you from behind and resting his head within the crevice of your shoulder. he’d kiss your knuckle before dancing with you in the kitchen and acting like an old married couple. the two of you would be slow dancing and lock eyes, your lips would collide as you both sway to the melody of the song. it was soft moments like these that proved seungmin owned all of your love.

아이엔/JEONGIN.

very much into showing PDA and lots of it. doesn’t really care about what the other members think when he touches or kisses you in front of them. likes to give you unexpected forehead and neck kisses, intertwining his fingers with yours while doing so. he bought you a necklace with his initial on it as a gift and you never took it off since the day he gave it to you. whenever he’s gone for long periods of times that necklace would get you through it all. he’d also buy matching couples pajamas and plan a night in where you do face masks and watch movies (^o^). late night cuddling was his forte; you’d be all tangled up in bed together and he’d leave short series of pecks to your cheek until you lull asleep in his arms.

[princessofgondor]

the lord of the rings characters + cuddling with them 🩷

Characters Included: Boromir, Faramir, Aragorn, Arwen, Éowyn, Éomer, Legolas, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry

I decided I wanted to try doing some LOTR preferences! This is my first time writing for all of these characters besides Boromir so I’m still getting a handle on them. If anyone has any requests for preference posts they’d like to see, please send them my way and I’ll see what I can do!!

Author has only seen the movies, so please forgive any mistakes/inaccuracies!

Boromir is definitely pretty touch-starved, and after cuddling with you for the first time he’s very surprised how much he loves it. It becomes a common occurrence for the two of you, something he looks forward to — especially after a long day of training with his soldiers. He loves being the big spoon, and burying his face in your hair or your neck.

Faramir is a big cuddler for sure. You don’t even need to ask — as soon as you rest your head on his shoulder (when you’re sitting together) or on his chest (when you’re laying down together), he’s got his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. He gives you a lot of forehead kisses when you’re cuddling together.

Aragorn loves the moments where the two of you can just relax together, especially when things are getting stressful. He’s happy for the two of you to simply lay there in silence, holding each other, but if you need to talk about anything he’s always ready to listen.

Arwen has an incredibly calming presence, and cuddling with her can improve your mood no matter how bad you were feeling beforehand. She holds you close, whispering comforting words in your ear and pressing gentle kisses to your face and lips every so often.

Éowyn isn’t used to cuddling, but like Boromir she comes to really enjoy it. You make her feel peaceful and happy in a way that she’s never experienced before, and so she loves to be close to you as often as possible. She has a tendency to play with your hair, and she likes it when you do the same to her.

At first, Éomer tries to look tough and doesn’t admit how much he likes cuddling with you. But each time, it becomes increasingly obvious how much he loves it. Similar to Éowyn, he likes it when you play with his hair.

Legolas finds it adorable how much you love to cuddle with him, especially when you get cold. As an Elf he can’t feel the cold, but he can always tell that the temperature is dropping when you cuddle up to him. He’s perfectly happy to stay bundled up with you for as long as you need him there.

Frodo loves when the two of you cuddle up while reading a book together, though sometimes he gets distracted from the words on the page because he’s looking at you. If this is after the main events of LOTR, I could see your presence/touch being able to help Frodo heal from his traumatic experiences, at least somewhat.

Sam is incredibly affectionate, so he definitely loves cuddling. He’s a bit shy about it at first, getting a bit embarrassed and not knowing what he should be doing — like where should his arms/hands be? He doesn’t want to upset you or make you uncomfortable — but once he’s used to it, it’s his favourite thing in the world.

Pippin absolutely loves cuddling with you and he doesn’t care who knows it. Honestly, if he could spend his entire life cuddled up with you and some snacks then he’d be the happiest Hobbit who ever lived. It doesn’t matter where you are, if you’re near each other he’ll want to either have his arms around you or be resting against you.

I think that like Pippin, Merry loves cuddling, but he’s a little less likely to do it publicly. When it’s just the two of you however he loves nothing more than being close to you. He probably makes little jokes and lightly teases you for being so eager to cuddle with him, but it’s all very light-hearted and you know that he loves it too.

[the-possum-writes]

Hi! Could you do a Finn x Fem reader lemon? Maybe it could be with and inexperienced reader while finn already has some knowledge about it and shows her how to do it. Thank you! <3

[Finn with an Inexperienced Reader]

❥Character: Finn Mertens

❥Tags: NS/FW hc's, handj0bs, established relationship, fem!reader

❥Synopsis: Finn takes things slow with you but you convince him to teach you how he likes to be touched.

❥A/N: I was going through a writing block so there's no full smut but rather some handsy stuff.

❥Whether you've been dating for years or just a few weeks, if you tell Finn you want to take things slowly, he'll respect your wishes.

❥Only kissing and hugging, nothing more.

❥But that doesn't take away how startling it is when a kissing session becomes too intense, and just as you feel the warmth cling to your heart and stomach in a tightening squeeze, Finn pulls away from you and acts as if nothing happened, resuming whatever video game you were playing or changing the subject.

❥You know where babies come from and all that basic biology class, but you have yet to personally experience it and are kind of wary of unplanned pregnancies, that's why you told Finn you wanted to take things slow.

❥And he was okay with that, but it didn't stop the growing doubt since you know he's had past encounters with other girls before. "Is he getting frustrated at me cause I'm making him wait?" you'd start asking yourself.

❥Finn is a passionate and outgoing guy who pours his heart into everything he does, whether it's fighting monsters, reading comic books, or simply indulging in his favorite meals. And, given how much he adores you, you're filled with illogical guilt at the thought of preventing Finn from physically expressing his feelings for you.

❥You've already asked him directly. "Finn, are you mad that we haven't done couple things?"

"But we always do couple things."

"No I mean like, tier 15 stuff and all that."

"Oh... Not really.."

❥He's a straightforward and laid-back guy, so it didn't occur to you until lately when, on a day when you didn't feel confident, you pushed yourself to kiss him by placing your hand on his thigh and running it upward. Finn stopped you by holding your hand so he could ask you, "Are you sure you want to do this now?"

You try to kiss his neck while saying, "I know you've been dying to-," but Finn is insistent. If there's anything he's learnt from his previous relationship, it's to avoid diving into pleasures on a whim.

"It's not about what I want, I'm asking about you." His tone has changed a little bit, especially in light of your earlier question.

❥As self-doubt circles in your thoughts and seeps beyond your eyes, you choose to keep quiet, but Finn squooze-hugs you to his chest.

"We don't need to rush anything; I'm pretty happy with you so far. We can do those things when you don't have any more uncertainties in your lovely head."

❥"Alright, there's something I can teach ya but we have to keep our voices down. You don't need to take off anything so don't worry, we'll just be using your hands."

❥"But what if I do wanna do those things but I want to take it a small step at a time? Like when you taught me how to swim." you bring up.

Finn adjusts his hold on you, the two of you were in the middle of a movie night and are currently on the couch. Jake is already asleep and BMO is probably lurking around the treefort but he promised to not peep at you two during visiting hours.

❥Finn leans back on the couch's headrest, allowing you to rest on his thighs as he tells you."How about I give you a lesson in Finn-biology?" he chuckles."I can't say no to my favorite subject." you respond. Considering the stories and experiences you've heard from your close friends, you have only a rough idea of what he's considering, but you're nonetheless anxious, intrigued, and interested about it.

❥Finn starts out by smooching you, easing a bit of your nerves as he gently grabs your hand and lowers it down his chest until it reaches his groin, he motions for you to rub him through his shorts, feeling something grow underneath.

❥It's warm, really warm.

❥Finn raises himself from the couch to lower his shorts with his underwear, and you remain silent while watching his half hard dick peeking out from the confines of his baby blue trousers. You temptingly touch his head with the tip of your fingers, unconsciously wrapping more and more of your around around him until he finches a bit, pulling away at the discouragement. "It's okay, it just needs something slick." he assures you. At the mention of it you're unconsciously rubbing your thighs together upon feeling something getting wet downstairs, but you don't bring it up.

❥The attention has Finn squirming in his spot but he continues with the lesson.

"Give me your hand." he asks. When you do he purposely spits on his dick and guides your hand to smear it all over him, amplifying the prominent musky smell coming from him.

"It's sensitive here." he explains in short breaths, hearing his panting picking up the more you run your fingers over the underside of his shaft right where it connects with his pink gland.

❥Once you've gotten the hang of it, Finn releases your hand and lets you try a few more things. What if I squeeze here? What if I touch this tiny hole with my finger? What if I gently squeeze his balls? Finn struggles to form meaningful sentences any longer and is only able to utter things like, "Just like that," "That feels good," and "Wait not like that, there you go... Oh Glob..."

❥It's a hypnotic and undeniably sexy experience, watching him lose himself in his own pleasure to the point where he forgot the reason for this little lesson until he came all over your palm and soiled his own shirt in the process.

[mommycity]

this is probably because im hungry rn but i cannot stop thinking about how well fed suguru would keep you :((

that man is a DAMN good cook he can fuck it up in the kitchen so of courseee hed whip up whatever you want when your pudgy tummy starts growling and you whine for something from your boyfriend

if youre tired after work/uni/whatever, hed handfeed food to you because he just feels so bad that his baby had to deal with an empty stomach!!! suguru just loves you so much!!!!!!!

going off of that tummy grabber post you made, if youve eaten too much hed lay you between his legs on the couch, put a nice show on, and then rub your midsection (more like gently grope) until it all goes away. then hed probably squeeze and massage you a little more, just in case :)

if you ever get a sudden craving, no matter where the two of you are or what time it is, he WILL go out and buy you whatever you want. 10pm and you want a whole gallon of extra sugary ice cream? hes giving you a kiss and embarking on his journey. 7am and you want a big pasta dish? the search bar is already open and hes looking for nearby italian restaurants. 2pm and your just had lunch but youre still hungry for breakfast? the waffle iron is heating up and hes making the batter from scratch.

theres also leftovers. always. not because neither of you could finish it (sugurus cooking is just so good you think youd be seated at the dining table and be filling yourself up for hours) its so you can always have something to heat up whenever you get hungry and never have to worry about tiring yourself out with a complex meal.

all of this pampering shows on you, of course, but you dont mind. suguru is very appreciative of the extra layers of fat and shows it almost everyday. whether it be through coming up behind you and grabbing wherever the most weight is and jiggling it a bit as a greeting, giving you a kiss on the fullest part of your cheek, buying you tight clothes that show everything off, or having you ride his face (that ones his favorite, he asks for that almost everyday. the other days are booked up by him taking you missionary to watch all the fat in your body ripple everytime he pounds into you)

hes such a gentleman. everytime you feel like doing a food crawl through the various restaurants in tokyo, hell pay for all of it. even if you get all the extra sides and fillings, two sugary drinks, and the biggest and most expensive serving, hell look at you with heart eyes and swipe his card.

obviously, with all the food being put into your belly, youd want him to have some too!!! an effort is made to share with suguru, and he accepts. before, he had an average amount of fat to muscle ratio, but with a combination of your love for food and some tweaks to his workout routine, he ends up with chub lining his thighs, tummy, chest, and arms. of course he adores it, its a physical reminder of how much the two of you love each other :)))

when both of you are sleepy, hungry, and horny at the same time, suguru will have you gently ride him on the couch (hes helping you go up and down carefully) as he feeds you a variety of your favorite snacks and an uncomplicated dinner that he can easily bring to your mouth and his. maybe theres a movie on in the background, maybe hes murmuring words dripped in honey into your ear as you both fatten yourselves while in the throes of pleasure.

suguru just likes when he and his partner are plump, full, and happy. what can he say?

AUGHHHH OP I ALMOST CAME UNTOUCHEDDDD everything is so true.

Not only that real and true info, his way of comforting would be so endearing, albeit a bit unhealthy. He’s talking you through all of your stressors and then providing you with all of the sweetest treats that make you smile. His big hands smooth your hair as you eat so you can simply focus on the taste and nothing more. But sometimes it gets him going!!! Seeing you so focused and content, so pleased with just stuffing your face makes him wanna stuff you with something else. He can’t help the way he feels warm when you look at him after finishing the plate. His dick is jumping leaps and bounds at the white icing that has stickied your lips. Lord help him!!! He might buss if you kiss him with your sugar lips

[theemporium]

steve noticing a new shirt or a new song youve become obsessed with. asking you about it and just smiling as you explain (the band, writer, movie,show whatever.) R"what..?" S"Nothing-" R"Youre making that face-" "well if you must know, ive got the cutest most precious woman as my girlfriend." or something like that-

this was so cute!!! thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Steve knew you had been waiting for the book to come out.

The second you found the date, you had marked it in your shared calendar and drawn a bunch of doodles around the announcement that it was very hard to miss.

He knew you were excited, he knew how long you had been waiting for it. Steve took the extra initiative to make sure it was the perfect day. He had worked out with your coworkers so you had the day off on your rota, made sure the pantry was stocked with your favourite snacks and left a few cans of your favourite drinks in the fridge (along with a bottle of wine).

He drove out early to the next town over so he could pick up the book the second the store opened, drove back before you woke up and left a note and a kiss on your forehead before he headed out for the day to work a shift at Family Video.

By the time he came home in the late afternoon, you had finished the book and you were buzzing off the walls. Steve didn’t think he had seen a sight so fucking adorable. It made up for the constant teasing he received from Robin all day about the way he was head over heels for you.

You lifted your head up off the couch where you were laying, a grin spreading across your face when he walked through the door. “You’re home.”

“Someone’s happy to see me,” Steve teased as he made his way over, leaning over the back of the couch to press a long, greeting kiss against your lips. “How was your day, honey?”

“Perfect ‘cause of a certain someone,” you said with a teasing tone, though your smile became more sincere as you dragged him into another kiss. “Thank you, for everything.”

“It’s what my girl deserves,” Steve stated simply before smiling. “Let me go change and then we can order some food and you can tell me all about your book.”

And that’s exactly what you did.

After changing into some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, Steve ordered from your favourite takeaway place before he settled on the couch across from you. He was leaning against one arm, you were at the other and your legs were intertwined in the middle with a blanket over you both.

You are animated and enthusiastic as you spoke, your hands moving wildly as you gave him a run down of the previous books (as if he had forgotten from your previous rants) before launching into everything you had read that day.

He hadn’t meant to zone out, and he didn’t really. He was listening, he would be damned if he didn’t listen to every word that came out of that pretty mouth of yours, but he couldn’t help but let a giddy smile take over his face as he watched you ramble on passionately.

You seemed to pick up on his expression as you were mid-way through a plot twist, the words falling short from your lips as you flushed at his expression.

“What?”

Steve blinked, his brows furrowed slightly. “What’s what?”

“You’re…smiling all weird,” you said, almost laughing as you spoke.

“It’s nothing,” Steve said with a shrug. “You’re just…so cute when you talk about your books.”

You could feel your cheeks heating at his words. “I’m sorry, I’m probably talking so much—”

“Hey, no,” Steve said with a shake of his head. “I love when you share this with me. It’s like being a part of it, without actually having to read the books.”

You snorted lightly. “You really don’t mind?”

“Listening to my pretty girlfriend talk all day? Of course not,” Steve scoffed like the concept was absurd. “Like I said before, it’s cute.”

Your smile was almost as giddy as his.

“Plus, those lil’ sex scenes give me good inspiration—”

“Steve!”

“Kidding, honey!” There was a pause. “Okay, I’m only slightly kidding, but there’s some real good tips in those books.”

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[stayevildarling]

can you write billiexdeliaxwilhemina (love your stories) with reader suffering from bad panic attacks?

Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Reader- Breathe sweetheart

A/N: again I have no idea what happened here. I got carried away by writing about their chemistry and Billie and Mina roasting each other so. Again tried to proofread this a few times but it's too long. I'm sorry for any mistakes

tw: anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, cursing, smut (choking, mommy kink, praise kink)

word count: 10k 😅

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

The anticipation had been building up all day, it was Saturday which meant date night. It eventually became your routine, the four of you deciding to clear your schedules to spend the day in the company of each other. This week it was Billie's turn to decide and she had booked a table somewhere, deciding on a nice dinner together. Cordelia was usually the one opting for dinner, whether home cooked meals or going somewhere. Billie often chose fun things like karaoke bars, while Wilhemina and you opted for things inside of the walls of your home, board game nights or movie marathons.

The last few hours you spent planning your outfit, showering, applying just a little but the right amount of makeup. As you perfect little bits of your makeup, you feel a rush of excitement as you look forward to the fun evening ahead. ,,You look beautiful darling'' Delia told you as she brushed past you after you finished in the shower, despite wearing nothing but a towel around your body and head. ,,Exactly my point'' she whispered and you simply chuckled.

,,I like that colour on you little one'' Mina admitted, as she fetched something, slipping into the room and seeing the lilac underwear you chose. As you finish, you make your way down the staircase, eventually finding your three girlfriends in the living room. You take in their features, Billie wearing a silk blouse, skirt, her signature pearl necklace and some heels finishing her look. As you glance at Cordelia, she chose a long flowery dark dress, complimenting her beautiful features. Smiling softly, your eyes at last meet Wilhemina's opting for a lilac set and you couldn't adore her more for how predictable the choice was.

,,You look beautiful sweetheart'' Cordelia tells as she approaches you, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. Wilhemina can't help but smirk, not being able to focus on your outfit much as the only thing on her mind was the purple underwear and thinking about all the things she was going to do about that later that night. As Billie grabs her keys, complementing your looks, you all groan a little, not pleased the medium was going to drive. ,,You may as well cancel the reservation Howard, driving with you is going to get us all killed before we get there'' Wilhemina remarks and you can't help but burst out laughing. Billie simply rolls her eyes and shoots you a little glance before dragging the three of you out of the house.

It was true, Billie was somewhat a reckless driver, safe of course but the three of you often joked about her driving getting you all injured. Delia was the safest driver you had ever met and so damn slow, as a result you liked driving with Wilhemina, she wasn't exactly calm and knowing to road rage but she always drove safe and carefully, without going under or over the speed limit. Settling into the backseat, Wilhemina taking a seat next to Billie due to her back, you find Delia sitting next to you.

,,How are you feeling baby?'' she whispers into your ear while planting kisses down your face. ,,I'm good, excited'' you squeal a little and for the remainder of the short drive, she holds your hand, enjoying the quiet and little moments with you.

After a little while you make it there and after five attempts Billie finally found a parking spot, refusing to parallel park to the point where Wilhemina was going to make her get out of the car and do it herself and Cordelia even offering to use her magic to help out the medium a little. Delia and you chuckle as you walk towards the entrance, watching Billie and Mina jokingly fight about the redhead driving back home and the medium refusing.

As Billie walks inside, letting the hostess know about the reservation, you take in the setting and atmosphere. It was definitely high end but in a casual way. You liked the artwork on the walls, the chandeliers and the smell definitely clouded your mind for a second. ,,Sweetie, you coming?'' Delia asks, chuckling at you being a little distracted before you quickly follow after her.

After sitting down next to Wilhemina, your other two lovers across from you, the ambiance fills with lively chatter. Billie opts for wine which the three of you agree to. The conversations quiets down for a moment as you all inspect the menu. ,,Found something little one?'' Wilhemina asks gently and you nod and smile, finding her brown eyes meeting yours.

After a little while the aroma of the delicious food hits your taste buds and you can't help but let out a little moan of approval. ,,That good hm?'' Billie teases, causing for your cheeks to grow red a little. As you listen to your three girlfriends talk about the week prior, you can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. The prospect of spending quality time with your loved ones fills you with warmth and happiness.

You listen intently to the supreme talking about the academy, how well most of the girls are doing, some council things. Billie rambling about her show and some fashion designer launch she was very excited for. Mina was usually more quiet, not sharing things about her work or days unless asked to. But Cordelia knowing this by now, makes sure to include her and you in the conversations.

As the meal progresses, a sense of unease begins to creep in, a gnawing sensation in the pit of your stomach that refused to be ignored. You try to push it down, hiding your trembling hands underneath the table, ignoring the banging of your heart against your chest. Trying hard to push it aside, you try to focus on the conversation and laughter flowing around you, but the feeling only seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.

And then, without warning, it hit you like a fright train, a tidal wave of panic crashing over you with such force that you feel as though you are growing in it's wake. The room starts spinning, your legs shaking and your head keeps telling you ,,You are going to faint''. Your heart continues to race, your breathing coming in short, shallow gasps as you struggle to hold onto reality.

Your gaze lingers on Billie and Cordelia laughing and talking softly, however it doesn't help. ,,Breathe'' you think to yourself, this feeling definitely not being a stranger and trying your best to think back to your methods. However all you wanted to do was run away, get up and run somewhere, escaping the situation and how you are feeling in this moment. Not wanting to spoil dinner, you try to open your mouth to excuse yourself to the bathroom but no words come out. Clutching your hands together, fiddling with your rings, in an attempt to make this go away.

However it was no use and your girlfriends aren't oblivious. Delia, Billie and Mina notice the sudden shift in your demeanour, their expressions shifting from lighthearted to concerned in an instant.

,,Are you okay?'' Delia asks, her voice filled with worry as she reaches out to touch your hands

But you can't bring yourself to answer, the panic gripping you in its vice-like grip, squeezing the air from your lungs and leaving you slightly gasping for your breath. You try to push through it, force yourself to calm down but the harder you fought, the more intense the panic becomes.

Unable to reach your hand, Cordelia meets Wilhemina's gaze sitting next to you and suddenly you feel her hand taking your own, gasping a little bit. ,,Little one, you are trembling'' she states, looking at Billie and Cordelia unsure what to do or say.

Cordelia's mind tries to take her back to anything she had missed, anything she is currently missing and then it dawns on her. You had mentioned this before, your panic attacks years ago before meeting them and how they got better. She connects the dots after seeing your pale and slightly panicked expression, the trembling hands and legs shacking underneath the table. As your chest heaves a little she leans forward ,,Sweetheart breathe'' she instructs and as you meet her gaze she figures you need to get out of this situation.

,,Come on, let's get some fresh air'' she instructs, leaning down to Wilhemina and Billie before whispering ,,It's okay, I think its a panic attack'' she explains, worry overwashing the medium and redheads expressions.

,,Can you walk?'' Cordelia asks softly as you brush past Wilhemina with shaky legs. You simply nod, despite your legs still feeling wobbly. She takes your hand into her own, holding it tightly before leading you outside. As the cold air hits your features you feel calm for a moment as you lean against the wall of the building.

,,Sweetheart, are you okay?'' she asks, moving closer and searching your eyes. As your eyes meet her own it's enough of an explanation for her to know you aren't in fact okay. She takes your hands into her own, guiding you through your breathing. ,,Alright sweetie, breathe with me.. in .. and hold... and ...out'' she instructs over and over again until your breathing calms down, heart beating less angrily against your chest.

As you finally meet her eyes, feeling as if the daze has lifted, you quickly open your mouth, aware of your surroundings and what happened. ,,I'm so sorry'' you apologise, meeting Cordelia's confused expression. ,,Sweetheart, you have no need to be sorry'' she explains softly, her features still laced with concern.

,,Do you want me to take you home?'' she asks but you are quick to shake your head in protest. ,,No I'm good to go back in'' you reassure and her eyes meet yours with a bit of doubt but she agrees, pulling you into a little hug whispering ,,I'm so proud of you'' and guiding you back inside, holding onto your hand.

As you make it back to your table, Billie's and Wilhemina's worried expressions meet you as both of you take your seats again. ,,Are you okay little one?'' Wilhemina asks quietly as she reaches out her hand, noticing your hands aren't trembling nearly as much. ,,Yes I'm okay now, I'm really sorry'' you apologise again.

,,Don't be sorry babydoll'' Billie coos, tilting her head a little as she smiles at you. ,,Do you want me to get the check?'' she asks but you shake your head, noticing they aren't even half way through their meals yet. Cordelia opens her mouth to protest but you take her hand reassuring her it's okay.

As the four of you finish your meals, the three of them a little more aware now, including you in the conversation more and overall checking on your state, you slowly feel the effects the panic attack had on you. Still trembling a little and definitely exhausted you muster your best smile, hating to having ruined the evening already and not wanting to do so any further. Exhaustion creeps up on you a little and you try your best to blink away the sleepiness and push away the thoughts in your head, trying to figure out what caused this, after not having one of these for nearly two years.

,,Either of you want dessert?'' Billie asks after you have all finished your meals and you simply shake your head before Wilhemina takes charge, still noticing your state suggesting it was better to head home. You couldn't argue anymore and so in response you simply carry your tired feet towards Billie's car. Leaning your head against Cordelia's shoulder you are unaware of the words of comfort she whispers into them and the concerned glances exchanged between your girlfriends.

After making it home, you wake from your little slumber as you hear some shuffling in the car. Cordelia was ready to take you into her arms and carry you upstairs. However having regained some strength you didn't want to depend on her further. As Cordelia helps Wilhemina out of the car, steadying herself on her cane, you walk towards the front door, Billie following behind, occasional sniffles being heard as you try to hold back tears of frustration and embarrassment.

As you quickly make your way upstairs, the three of them follow behind, Mina's expression one of concern as she watches over you like a guardian angel. Not knowing where to put your frustration and embarrassment, you quickly make your way to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind you. As you slide against the bathtub, sitting on the floor you can't help yourself as sobs wreck through your tired body.

,,Bad bad bad'' your head keeps repeating, reminding you how you have ruined their night. The sound of your own tears was defeating, a relentless reminder of the turmoil inside you. You don't understand why this was happening again, especially after so long. You bury your face in your hands, unable to face the reality of what happened, the memories and severity of the panic attack, still fresh and replaying in your mind.

Meanwhile Cordelia and Billie make it up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in silence of the house. Wilhemina stands in the bedroom, meeting their gazes. ,,She's in the bathroom'' she softly announces, concern lacing her beautiful features. Delia and Billie exchange a worried glance before the medium walks over to the door ,,Babydoll?'' she tries but the only sound meeting her are your muffled sobs.

,,Darling can you open the door?'' Cordelia tries to call out, her voice soft and soothing. ,,We just want to make sure you are safe'' she adds. There is a moment of silence and understanding as their eyes meet, a silent nod exchanged before Cordelia flicks her wrist and unlocks the door.

As the door swings open, Delia and Billie rush to your side, their eyes drawn to you, sitting on the floor with tears streaming down your face. Without a word, they kneel down beside you, their arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, as they hold you close. ,,What's the matter sweetie?'' the supreme asks and as you meet her eyes you mumble ,,I'm sorry for ruining the night''. The two of them shake their heads before saying ,,You haven't ruined anything'' almost at the same time.

After a little while they scoop you into their arms, their movements gentle and deliberate as they guide you to bed. Mina follows close behind, her expression concerned. Billie fetches one of her oversized t-shirts before taking your clothes off and sliding it over your tired body. Cordelia returns with a washcloth, gently wiping the makeup off your face. As the two blondes leave momentarily to fetch some water and get changed themselves in order to get into bed with you, Mina sits beside you, her hand reaching for yours as she leans in closer, her voice soft but firm as she addresses the elephant in the room.

,,We need to talk about what happened tonight'' she explains, her tone gentle but serious. The other two return just at the right time, Billie kneeling in front of the bed and Cordelia positioning herself behind you, wrapping her arms around you. ,,Darling?'' Cordelia tries and your gaze meets hers acknowledging her statement. ,,You told me once it's been two years since you've last had a panic attack'' and you simply nod in reply, too tired to talk about your past experiences. ,,I'm worried that there might be something underlying that we aren't addressing babydoll'' Billie gently adds, reaching for your hands.

Delia nods in agreement, her expression grave as she reaches out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. ,,We love you sweetie, we want to help you through this'' she explains her voice filled with compassion. ,,But we need to know what's going on so that we can support you in the best way possible'' she adds.

Billie's eyes flicker with concern as she speaks up, her voice tinged with worry. ,,Is there anything you aren't telling us babydoll? anything bothering you?'' she tries gently.

You hesitate thinking back hard to what might have triggered this tonight but you genuinely can't think of anything, thoughts of worry racing through your mind, scared it would get as bad again as it did years ago, worried this was the trigger for all of this to start again. You shake your head explaining ,,I promise I really don't know and don't understand myself, I have been a bit stressed lately but nothing unusual'' you explain.

Cordelia simply nods, and gestures to the other two you are telling the truth and to drop this for now. ,,Are you feeling sleepy sweetheart?'' she asks and you simply nod, still being in her arms. In response she pulls you back into her embrace, wrapping her arms around you and spooning you.

Wilhemina gets into bed next to you, Billie behind her as the redhead turns to face you, her brown eyes searching yours. She can see a flick of guilt and embarrassment once again. ,,What is it little one?'' she asks and as you whisper ,,I'm sorry for ruining the night, I'm sure you had other plans'' she can't help but smirk a little at your last statement, knowing exactly what you are implying.

,,Oh trust me little one, we got all day tomorrow'' she smirks, taking your lips into hers gently before you lean in closer, Cordelia's soft arms still wrapped around you protectively. Slowly but surely you doze off, the events from the night subsiding, focusing on the gentleness and warmth of the bed, keeping you comfortable and safe as you fall into a soft slumber, little noises escaping you and echoing through the dimly lit bedroom.

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As you stir from sleep, the warmth of the morning sun casts a golden glow across the room. Before even opening your eyes you feel Wilhemina's presence. Opening your eyes, you notice it's just the two of you and as she gently smiles at you asking how you are feeling, you can't help but notice the little flicker of lust in her eyes.

Despite the evening before passing without an incident, Wilhemina couldn't get the image of your lilac lingerie out of her mind. A silent invitation that begged to be answered. And so, as the morning broke a little while ago, the rest of the house soundly asleep, Cordelia and Billie downstairs already, she finds herself drawn to you, remembering how the fabric hugged your curves in all the right places last night, igniting a fire of desire within the redhead.

As you meet her eyes, her hands gently roam over your skin, her touch gentle, yet hesitant, however as you melt into her touch she is met with a hunger that matches her own. Meeting Mina's gaze your eyes find a look of raw desire, her lips curled into a seductive smile. Without a word, she leans in close, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that sends sparks flying through your veins.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent and intense with each passing moment, as if the weight of all your unspoken desire hangs heavy in the air between you, long forgotten about the previous night. As her tongue enters your mouth you try to fight for dominance but it's no use as she quickly dominates you. Her hands roam your body hungrily, her touch setting your skin on fire with need.

You moan into the kiss, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pull her close, unable to get enough of the intoxicating taste of her lips against your own. With practiced skill, she strips you off the oversized t-shirt leaving you in the same lingerie set she had been dying to see you in since the previous night. ,,So beautiful'' she praises as she quickly climbs on top of you, ignoring the aching of her back for the moment.

As she leaves you gasping for air, the redhead takes in your body coated in the colour she loves most. Her eyes are filled with desire, as she trails her fingers down your stomach and to where you needed her the most. ,,Hmm'' you moan as her fingers come into contact with your drenched underwear. ,,So wet for me already'' she teases, a smirk playing on her lips.

Despite the bliss you couldn't help but notice that she was softer today. Dominating like she usually is for sure but somehow she wasn't as rough with you, you aren't sure whether this was due to you simply obeying her lately or if it was due to the events of last night. Your thoughts are interrupted when she slides two fingers into you without a warning. ,,Mina'' you moan into her, trying your best to stay quiet, not wanting to wake the coven or anyone to hear you whimpering for the redhead.

As your soft gasps fill the air, you arch into her touch, a silent plea for more as she begins edging you, her movements slow at times and then ruthless the next second. As she begins to explore the contours of your body, you feel a rush of pleasure course through you, electrifying every nerve ending and leaving you breathless. ,,Please'' you whimper as you melt into her touch, chest heaving and kisses sloppy.

,,Please what?'' she teases as she takes her fingers out, licking them clean of your juices. ,,Please Mina'' you try again, despite knowing she wasn't going to give in that easily. Her eyes sparkle with a fire before meeting yours. ,,Please what little one? use your words'' she instructs, her voice low and commanding. However you can't respond, the pure bliss of the situation, your core aching causing your words to get caught in your throat.

Without a moment's hesitation, Wilhemina's right hand tightens around your throat, a familiar sensation that sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. For a split second, your eyes open wide, the same spark of panic from the previous night flashing through them.

But then, just as quickly as it happened, the panic vanishes, replaced by the fierce desire to give yourself over to the pleasure that awaited you. Wilhemina however senses your hesitation, quickly releasing her grip on you, searching your eyes for any discomfort or fear. And yet, despite the fierce flashback of panic, you find yourself craving her touch more than ever, aching for the release that only she could give you right now.

,,It's okay'' you reassure, your voice barely above a whisper as you lean in closer. ,,Please mommy, can you make me cum?'' you ask, giving her exactly what she wanted in the first place. Yet she hesitates, searching your eyes one more time for confirmation and making sure the panic was replaced by desire. ,,Please I want you so badly'' you whimper again.

And at those words she falters, brushing off her concern before entering you again and not stopping. With each passing moment, the intensity of your desire grows, threatening to consume you whole. And as her fingers find their way back to your core, you feel yourself on the edge ,,Please may I-?'' you start, whimpering with each thrust.

,,Go on little one'' she encourages with a knowing smile and with a flick of her wrist, Wilhemina sends you spiralling over the edge, your body tensing as waves of pleasure and your orgasm ripples through you. As you cry out her name, your voice slow and hushed as you surrender yourself to her completely, she simply lets you ride out your orgasm as her forehead meets yours, guiding you through it gently. ,,There you go little one, doing so well for me'' she praises.

As you catch your breath, the lingering echoes of pleasure still thrumming through your veins, the redhead licks her fingers clean with a satisfied smirk. The sight sends a shiver of arousal down your spine, your desire for her increasing by the minute.

However, as you still struggle to catch your breathe, the exhaustion creeps up on you a little. Wilhemina shifts a little, to ease the discomfort of her back, a painful reminder of the physical toll the intimacy had taken on her. As she positions herself next to you, her eyes meet yours as she searches for any signs of panic or discomfort. You meet her gaze with a soft smile, your eyes filled with warmth and affection as well as sleepiness.

,,Are you feeling okay, little one?'' she asks, as she brushes some strand hair from your sweaty face. ,,Perfect Mina'' you mumble into her as you pull yourself closer. ,,Sleepy though'' you continue, your eyes already falling shut, despite trying to blink the sleepiness away. She smiles contently before pulling you a little closer, holding you into her arms and whispering words of comfort and affection into your ears.

As the minutes stretch into nearly an hour, Wilhemina finds herself lost in the comfort of your embrace, the outside world fading away as she allows herself to simply be in the moment with you. Despite knowing she should get up and start her day, the allure of staying close to you too strong to resist, especially on a lazy weekend morning like this.

She wouldn't admit it to anyone but she missed these moments with you. Wilhemina had a feeling that in your relationship, Cordelia was mostly the person giving you comfort, Billie always showering you in gifts and attention. However Wilhemina didn't have a whole lot to offer, at least her insecurities told her that much. She had no idea the comfort and safety she gave to you, a different comfort and safety than Cordelia did. Whenever you find yourself in Cordelia's arms or her lap, you felt safe but it was enough to be in the same room as the redhead to truly feel content and happy.

But eventually, with a reluctant sigh, the redhead knows that she couldn't linger in bed forever. With a gentle kiss to your forehead, she leaves the comfort of your embrace and makes her way towards the shower. Minutes later the warm water washing away the lingering traces of sleep and sweat from her skin. As she finishes her shower and getting dressed a little while later, she is met with an unexpected sight.

Her two blonde girlfriends, standing in the bedroom, their expression a mixture of concern and amusement as you still peacefully sleep in the bed behind them.

,,And how come I wasn't invited to this blissful morning Ms Venable?'' Billie Dean teases, quickly connecting the dots after finding you naked, slightly sweaty and sleeping in the bed.

,,I don't know what you are talking about Ms Howard'' Wilhemina simply mutters, a smirk playing on her lips as she makes her way towards her armchair by the corner.

,,I hope you didn't over do it Mina, especially after last night'' Cordelia scolds, worry evident in her expression as she glances over at Wilhemina, her eyes filled with concern.

,,I did no such thing, she's fine'' Wilhemina reassures, rarely annoyed with Cordelia's antics.

And as she takes a seat, she can't help but think back to the moment before, worry etching on her features, hoping despite everything she didn't make you feel uncomfortable with her actions.

Her thoughts are interrupted as you stir from sleep, mumbling the words ,,Mina'' as you open your eyes.

,,Well hello there babydoll'' Billie smiles, making her way over to you and leaning on the bed.

,,Seems like you had fun this morning'' she teases as she takes in the sight in front of her.

Your cheeks flush a little with embarrassment as you try and reach for the blanket to cover yourself. ,,No don't hide, I want to see, pretty one'' she whines which you can't help but tilt your head and smile to.

,,Hey sweetie, how are you feeling today?'' Cordelia urges, handing you a glass of water, before you gladly take some slow sips.

,,I'm good Delia, sorry for sleeping in'' you apologise. Her soft features meet yours as she shakes her head. ,,No need to be sorry sweetheart''.

The room fills with comfortable silence for a moment as you look around, Billie still lingering on the bed, Mina sitting in her armchair, glancing at you from time to time and Delia's soft features looking at you, hiding the concern mixed underneath the shadows.

,,What do you feel like baby? maybe a shower, a nice bath, some breakfast?'' Cordelia begins. Thinking about it for a moment, you decide on a shower wanting to freshen up a little.

As Cordelia passes you some towels and some comfortable clothes, Billie's eyes follow yours. ,,How about I join you babydoll?'' she smirks and as you smile shily at the medium, Cordelia simply shakes her head a little, half disapproving, half amused way. ,,Enough Billie Dean'' she scolds before you make your way into the bathroom.

The rest of the weekend was spent in the comfortable embrace of each other. The usual really, breakfast while watching a show, Delia working a little while Billie, Mina and you spent the afternoon in the living room, a bit of reading, knitting, quiet chatter. But most of all cuddles, Billie showered you in them all day, loving to have her babydoll closely. Wilhemina's hand always lingering on you somewhere, soaking in the warmth of your presence. And eventually as the sun started setting, the four of you in the comfortable embraces of each other, falling asleep softly.

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The following week took you all back to the normality of your lives. Billie working, stuck in meetings most of the day, the same for Wilhemina, and Cordelia attending to the academy, in between teaching classes, taking care of paperwork and her witches she cared about so deeply. You had nothing to do this week however, you decided to take time off this week, not wanting to deal with anyone or anything.

As the day stretches on, you find yourself retreating further into the comfort of your own solitude, seeking solace in the familiarity of your own thoughts and emotions. With each passing hour, the outside world seems to fade away, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the only comfort being your headphones and the soft tunes, they provided as you stay under the covers, pulling them closer, hiding further.

For some reason, your three girlfriends didn't seem to notice at first. They assumed you had been busy, working, ignoring the fact you didn't talk to them in your lunch break or send any text messages, their own responsibilities and work catching up on them. However, as Wilhemina returns home one evening, greeting Billie and Cordelia as they prepared dinner, the weight of the day's responsibilities still heavy on her shoulders, she is surprised to find you in bed, curled up under the covers. As your back faces her, she doesn't realise anything unusual at first, assuming the day at work had simply tired you out.

As she makes her way back into the kitchen, she hesitates for a moment before asking ,,How long has she been home?'' the concern lingering on her features. ,,What do you mean Mina?'' Billie chuckles, laughing at something Cordelia had said seconds ago. She clears her throat before speaking up again ,,Y/N, she's in bed upstairs'' she explains as Billie's smile quickly fades and Cordelia's head snaps into the redheads direction.

The three of them quickly make their way to your shared bedroom, Delia's eyebrows furrow in confusion, her mind racing to connect the dots and unable to believe how she possibly missed this. Billie's eyes widen with realisation as she glances over at you, connecting the dots as she notices that you are still wearing the same clothes as when she left for work this morning.

"Wait a minute," she says, her voice tinged with worry. "She's been here all day?" the medium questions.

Cordelia and Wilhemina exchange a worried glance, the supreme wondering whether the events of this weekend may have anything to do with you hiding away all day, highly unusual as you wouldn't voluntarily spend all day in bed, especially without them.

Billie walks to the other end of the bed, the sound of soft music playing through your headphones, as she reaches for them gently, placing them on your bed side table. ,,Sweetie?'' she whispers, stroking your cheeks slightly. Your eyes flutter open and you smile noticing the presence in front of you. Suddenly it dawns on you, as your phone screen lights up from disconnecting the headphones, as you realise the time, your eyes widen, quickly sitting up.

Glancing around the room, you notice your other two girlfriends standing there, worried written in their features. ,,Shit'' you mutter, realising you spent all day in bed, not helping them with any tasks, despite their busy days. ,,Language little one'' Wilhemina teases, hoping to coax a little smile out of you, and indeed she manages a little smirk, despite your cheeks coated in a dark red as the embarrassment creeps up on you.

,,I'm so sorry'' you explain as anxiety washes over you but Cordelia is quick to step forward. ,,It's okay sweetie, you deserve rest too'' she reassures before the back of her hand makes its way to your forehead, checking for any signs of physical discomfort. ,,Would you like to join us for dinner?'' she asks gently and as you nod eagerly, the concern fades from their features, writing it off as you spending a day in bed and simply being tired.

Wilhemina notices something still on your mind as you hesitate a little. ,,What is it little one?'' she asks and is met with a set of puppy eyes meeting hers. ,,Would it be okay if I take a quick shower? I promise to be quick'' you ask nervously. Her features soften before Cordelia takes your hand into hers ,,Take all the time you need sweetie, we'll wait''.

,,What a shame, was hoping I could join'' Billie smirks and you can't help but chuckle a little before heading to the bathroom, soon after joining them for dinner.

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As the week continues in it's monotonous path, you find yourself sinking deeper into the comfort of your solitude, retreating to the comfort of bed, the same playlist ringing through your ears on repeat. Despite their initial concern, the three of them brushed it off as figuring you needed a break from work and whenever they checked on you, you seemed fine, still joining them for dinners and your evenings together, which calmed Cordelia, knowing if you retreated completely it would be something to be concerned about.

However as midweek approaches, Billie decides to take matters into her own hands, after texting back and forth with Cordelia about you. Determined to break you out of your self imposed isolation, she decides to bring a spark of joy back into your life. And so, she decides to take the rest of the afternoon off, wanting to spoil her babydoll. As she opens the bedroom door, finding you in the all familiar spot, she finds you laying there, your eyes open but mind clearly occupied by something.

,,Hi there babydoll'' she startles you a little, as you quickly fade back into reality, pulling your headphones off and giving her your best smile.

Panic bubbles inside you, worried you missed an entire day but she quickly reassures ,,It's okay, I have got the afternoon off, get dressed for me baby, I want to take my pretty one out'' she declares, giggling a little with excitement.

,,Shit'' you think to yourself, not remotely feeling ready to leave the house after the events from this weekend and feeling your chest tightening at the thought of actually having to go somewhere. As the walls of the house became a shield against the outside world and all its uncertainties. Despite your best efforts to hide your fear, Billie senses your hesitation as usually you would be jumping around excitedly already by now.

,,If you don't feel like going anywhere, I have got all sorts of other plans, don't you worry'' she teases, quickly replacing your concerned features with a chuckle.

,,How about we finally have that shower hm?'' she teases, licking her lips and you can't help but feel the aching her words leave inside your stomach.

Unable to form any words, you simply nod and as she takes your hand, she gently guides you towards the bathroom. Her eyes sparkle with desire, not having had you all to herself for far too long. ,,How about you help mommy undress, kitten?'' she asks suggestively, leaving you gasping a little.

And of course you comply, helping her out of her heels, unbuttoning her trousers and pulling them off gently. However as you reach her shirt you can't help wanting to rip it off, she stops you though ,,nuh uh babydoll, one of my favourites'' she teases as she unbuttons it herself, making you watch.

You bite your lip, the image of Billie in front of you naked, causing you to squirm a little. Noticing your eagerness, she quickly helps you out of your clothes, before stepping in the shower, turning on the hot water and pulling you inside, pressing your body against the wall as she roams your body.

As the warm water cascades over your bodies, enveloping you in a cocoon of heat and steam, the tension that had been building up between you and Billie for days, reached its breaking point. With each touch, the desire that simmered beneath the surface grew stronger, igniting a fire that threatened to consume you yet again, your worries washing away with each droplet landing on your body and Billie's lips exploring your body.

Without a word, Billie presses you further against the cool tiles of the shower, her lips crashing against yours in a fierce kiss that leaves you breathless. The water droplets mingle with the taste of her skin, creating a heavy mixture that sends shivers of pleasure through your entire body.

,,How about you make mommy feel good, kitten?'' her hot breath on your ear. You simply nod, scanning her features, knowing exactly what she wanted. Switching positions, Billie's back makes contact with the cold tiles, as you kneel in front of her, keeping your eyes on her with each move.

As you finally kneel down to where she wants you the most, she parts her legs, silently begging for the release. Trailing kisses up her thighs, you reach her centre and without warning you take her clit into your mouth, leaving her a moaning mess, as her hands grip to your hair.

,,Right there kitten, doing so well'' she moans, holding onto you as her legs feel like giving out on her any second.

Moments later, still keeping her eyes on the medium you can feel her getting to where you wanted her. Using her closed eyelids to your advantage, you push two fingers inside her without warning. ,,Shit'' she curses under her breath, meeting your gaze still lingering on her.

,,Language Ms Howard'' you tease, causing Billie to smirk.

,,Keep going babydoll'' she pleads and being the good submissive you are, you comply pushing your fingers deeper and deeper, your tongue still exploring her and without warning you feel her release all over your mouth, all sorts of words flying from her mouth.

The water pounds against your skin like a symphony of ecstasy, as you make your way back to the medium, kissing her deeply as she explores her own taste on your tongue. ,,You're such a good girl'' she praises, moaning into you.

With each kiss you get lost in the whirlwind of pleasure, Billie switching you both over again, pushing you into the wall, her fingers quickly reaching your dripping centre. ,,Please'' you whimper as she parts your legs a little, quickly picking up the pace. Now the medium loved teasing you as well, however she could never deny you after doing so well for her before.

As you cling to her, holding on for dear life as your legs feel like giving in, the previous day slowly creeps its way back into your memory, reminding you how lazy you had been, how bad you had been for not leaving the house. However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted when the medium tips you over the edge, letting you ride out your high before she catches you into her arms, your legs feeling weak after the intense orgasm. ,,I've got you babydoll'' she murmurs, as you bury your head in her chest, your own breathing still heavy.

And if it hadn't been for the shower, Billie would have noticed your damp cheeks, water droplets quickly replaced by hot tears as the adrenaline and overwhelming feeling creeped up on you. ,,Let me take care of you'' she whispers as she leans you against the wall again, grabbing some shampoo and conditioner. As her soft acrylics softly rub the shampoo into your scalp you can't help but hum softly, the feeling sending little shivers down your back.

The next few minutes you feel in a daze, not really aware of your surroundings, as Billie softly washes your hair for you, caressing your skin and taking care of her babydoll. And as you open your eyes again the next time, you find yourself in the comfort of Wilhemina's armchair in the bedroom, a set of comfortable pjs hugging your body and a blanket wrapped around you. The sound of the hairdryer causes you to jolt a little but as you feel Billie's hands on your scalp again, drying your hair gently, you smile before closing your eyes contently.

As the evenings descends, casting a soft glow over the cozy dining room, the four of you gathered around the table for dinner, after Billie coaxed you out of your daze before, helping you out of Wilhemina's armchair and guiding you downstairs. Despite the warmth of the room and the comforting aroma of the meal that Cordelia had prepared, there was a sense of unease lingering on your features, the exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. Mixed with the thoughts of doubt, for having spent another day mostly in bed.

Wilhemina glances over at you, concern etched into her features as she notices the weariness in your eyes. ,,Are you feeling alright, little one?'' she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern as she reaches out to gently squeeze your hand.

You manage a weak smile, though it threatened to falter slightly under the weight of your fatigue. "I'm just a bit tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to shake off the exhaustion that clung to you like a heavy cloak, while taking another bite.

Cordelia, ever perceptive, furrows her brow in concern as she studies your expression. "You seem more than just tired," she observes, her voice tinged with worry. "Is everything okay?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to put your feelings into words, as you glance over at the medium, a smirk playing on her features remembering the intimacy from a few hours ago.

Billie, seated across from you, lets out a soft chuckle, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in closer. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn you out so much earlier," she teases, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

But before you can respond, Cordelia's angry glare cuts through the air, a disapproving look on her features. ,,What?'' Billie shrugs, not sharing the supremes concern, Wilhemina simply observing, unsure whether the blonde was simply a little overly concerned about the situation.

,,She needs rest Billie, not further tiring out'' the blonde scolds, causing for Billie's expression to soften, a hint of guilt creeping into her features as she glances at you. ,,I'm sorry for tiring you out babydoll'' she apologies sincerely.

The weight of Cordelia's words only seems to add to your exhaustion, the last thing you wanted was them arguing now, sending a wave of anxiety through your veins. As your leg begins bouncing up and down, you take a deep breath, which doesn't go unnoticed by the redhead sitting next to you.

,,Have you finished little one?'' she asks softly before you give her a nod, her words pulling you back into the present. As you simply nod, suddenly your eyes pleading with the redheads. ,,Come on, I'll take you upstairs'' she suggests, before taking your hand and leading you to the safety of your shared bedroom.

"I just wanted to take care of her" Billie mumbles, before reaching for everyones plates, walking over to the dishwasher.

,,I initially wanted to take her out somewhere but she didn't seem to want to leave the house and so one thing led-'' she explains before Cordelia cuts her off. ,,I know love, I'm sorry'' she apologises, feeling bad about her little outburst. As words of apologizes are spoken, the two of them exchange a little moment.

However, Cordelia makes a mental note, finding it unusual that you hesitated to leave the house, usually excited at any opportunity to go anywhere with them, especially Billie adventures. As the two blondes head upstairs, the supreme can't help but slowly connect the dots, your panic attack, taking the week off, not leaving the house or bed much.

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As the week draws to a close, you find yourself sinking deeper into the abyss of your own despair, the days stretching on in a never-ending cycle of emptiness and solitude. Despite your best efforts to find solace in the safety of your bed, the familiar comfort of its embrace only served to exacerbate the sense of isolation that weighed heavily on your soul.

But Cordelia, ever perceptive and attuned to your needs, slowly senses the depths of your despair, refusing to let you drown in it. With gentle determination, she finds you curled up in bed, your back turned away, the familiar sound of music to be heard. Through her senses she could tell that you aren't asleep, simply wasting away in the comfort of your bed.

"Come on, love," she murmurs her voice soft and coaxing as she gently tugs at your hand, urging you to rise from the depths of your despair. "You can't stay in bed forever. It's time to come back to the world and us again."

But the thought of leaving the safety and familiarity of your bed fills you with a sense of overwhelming dread, the outside world a daunting and unfamiliar landscape that seemed to hold nothing but pain, anxiety and uncertainty.

However, you know Cordelia can't be easily fooled or pleased, the way you had managed with your other two girlfriends. You face an inner battle, not wanting to leave bed but at the same time not wanting to make it harder for your girlfriends, sensing they are starting to catch on.

"I can't," you want to explain as you cling to the safety of your blankets, the weight of your despair pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. "I'm not ready'' your head reminds you.

Cordelia senses your hesitation, however refusing to be deterred, her determination unwavering as she continues to coax you gently, her words a soothing balm against the raw edges of your despair.

,,Okay'' you mumble, feeling a little angry with her as to why she couldn't simply leave you alone.

,,That's my good girl'' she praises, as she takes you to her office, placing a warm cup of tea into your palms.

As you sit on the sofa in her office, she watches your every move, not wanting to press you about the subject too much, glad she can at least be close to you to observe and take care. Fiddling with your hands, you feel nervous under her gaze, unsure what to do with yourself and suddenly feeling incredibly guilty.

,,Can I help you with anything?'' you eventually coax out, your voice quiet and fiddling with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie.

,,No no darling'' she reassures, glancing up from her laptop. There was genuinely nothing the supreme needed help with, as she got everything mostly sorted for the week, leading towards the weekend.

The room fills with silence, the only noises to be heard, the clicking of her keyboard, writing some emails and working on teaching. Feeling a little awkward and useless, you try to make some conversation.

,,Do we have any plans for the weekend?'' you ask her, drawing her attention towards you again with a gentle smile.

,,Other than tomorrow I don't think so sweetheart'' she reassures before the daunting idea of date night consumes your thoughts. The slight mention of it, takes you back to the week prior. Your thoughts race, unsure whose turn it was and whether that meant having to go out anywhere.

,,Wh-what are we gonna do?'' you ask hesitantly, hiding your trembling hands as well as the tremble in your voice.

,,I haven't decided yet sweetheart, anything specific you would like?'' she asks, typing away on her computer.

,,Hide'' the panic voice in your head tells you as you feel the waves of a panic attacks slowly approach.

Silence fills the room, and as Cordelia glances up from her computer, she finds your trembling state, tears threatening to spill from your beautiful eyes.

,,Sweetie?'' she calls out gently, abandoning her work and walking over to you.

,,I- can I go please?'' you call out, suddenly on your feet as you want nothing more than to run away.

Before the supreme can protest you are already out of the room, hysterically running down the hallway, needing to flee unable to be confronted by the blonde about it. Sometimes the worrying, gentleness was too much, especially when she connected the dots before you did, knowing and being able to read you so well at this point.

In your panicked state, you don't know where to go, knowing she would immediately find you in the bedroom, greenhouse or any predictable spots of comfort. ,,Mina'' you remember, her being at her work today, which means her office should be quiet and giving you momentarily some relieve as the panic continues to haunt you, following with each step you took away from the supreme and her office.

Your heart bangs against your chest angrily, and so with trembling hands you burst into your redhead girlfriends office, managing to at least shut the door quietly before retreating to a quiet corner, curling up into a ball and rocking yourself back and forth, leaning against the wall, your kneels pulled to your chest. However, in your panicked state, you are known to be unaware of your surroundings, not realising the time again and how long it actually took for Cordelia to coax you out of bed before, Wilhemina had returned home a little while ago, wanting to finish one last email before joining you and Cordelia.

The redhead sits in shock for a moment, observing your panicked state and the way you entered her office without even realising her presence. Her heart aches, seeing you like this, so vulnerable, alone and sad. ,,Little one?'' she calls out, as she balances on her cane and begins walking over. The sudden noises startles you as your eyes force open, instantly getting up from the floor, the shame of the whole thing consuming you whole. ,,I'm s- sorry Mina, I didn't realise'' you coax out in between cries, hyperventilating as panic washes over you again.

,,Run'' the panic voice tells you before you try to leave, leaving a very confused Wilhemina, following behind you, yet to understand what's going on with her little one. However as you open the door, you run into the supreme, your body hitting against her own as you stumble backwards, the fear and panic finally having the upper-hand and causing you to lose control.

,,Sweetheart'' Cordelia calls out and as you continue to tumble backwards, you suddenly feel your vision blurring before two arms wrap around you from behind.

''Hey, I've got you" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the chaos, her arms a reassuring embrace as she holds you close, her own heart racing with concern for you. But even as she speaks, she could feel the tremors wracking your body, the weight of your despair pressing down on you like a leaden weight.

Cordelia's voice joins hers, her tone filled with love and compassion as she kneels beside you, her hands gentle as they brush away the tears that are beginning to stain your cheeks. "You're safe, breathe sweetheart" she whispers, her voice a soothing melody in the storm of your emotions. "We're here for you, sweetheart. You're not alone."

But despite their comforting words and reassuring touch, you feel as though you are drowning in a sea of despair, the weight of your own thoughts and feelings threatening to drag you under. With each passing moment, the darkness seems to close in around you, suffocating you with its suffocating embrace.

And then, with one last desperate gasp, you lose consciousness, surrendering to the darkness that engulfs you.

,,Shit'' Cordelia curses, taking you into her arms, relieving Wilhemina of the weight as she held you up. The supreme takes gentle yet urgent steps as she takes you to Wilhemina's armchair, in the corner of her office. As she sets you down, she grabs the little lilac stool, resting your tired legs on them. With a flick of her wrist she lights the fireplace, reaching for a blanket and wrapping it around you. Her slightly trembling hands reach for your forehead, your wrists to check your pulse after.

,,What's wrong with her?'' Wilhemina's voice cuts through the quiet room before Cordelia turns to her. ,,It's a panic attack'' the supreme explains before the redheads eyebrows furrow. ,,Again?'' Wilhemina asks, remembering the weekend prior. ,,I'm afraid so'' the blonde replies before her guilty eyes meet the redheads.

,,What is it darling?'' Wilhemina asks, noticing the tears lingering in Cordelia's eyes. ,,It's my fault'' she admits, her gaze averting the redheads and meeting your fragile state. She knows that Cordelia would have never willingly triggered or pushed you, so she simply steps forward, her cane hitting on the floor, before taking her hand. ,,What happened love?'' she asks, much softer now.

,,I dragged her out of bed and made her stay in my office, she asked me about our plans this weekend and I guess that must have triggered it, considering the last weekend. I just had no idea how bad this all was and how much she has been struggling with it'' Cordelia explains now under tears.

,,Hey hey it's okay, you did your best, it's not your fault'' Wilhemina reassures before stroking the blondes shoulder, caressing her cheeks in a gentle way before Cordelia melts into her touch.

After a moment of silence, the door swings open, the sound of heels echoing through the large office. ,,Hey ther-'' Billie starts, excitedly at first but her smile quickly vanishes as she sees your state. ,,Whats wrong?'' she asks, her eyes meeting two sets of brown ones, the concern matching in each set.

,,It's okay Billie, she had a panic attack but she's stable'' Cordelia coos, walking over to the medium and greeting her in a reassuring hug. Billie Dean frowns, hating to see her babydoll in any sign of discomfort. ,,Poor baby'' she coos, kneeling down beside you resting her hands on your knees, rubbing soothing circles to comfort you, despite your sleeping unconscious state.

,,She's afraid to leave the house'' Wilhemina admits, finally understanding the events of the past week.

,,We need to help her, we should take her out tomorrow and try'' Billie suggests but Cordelia quickly shakes her head.

,,We have to do this the right way'' she admits, remembering her own struggles with anxiety especially in her younger years.

,,I see, how about we stay in tomorrow then? cook something nice for her and watch her favourite movie?'' the medium suggests and is quickly met with a compassionate and approving smile from her blonde girlfriend.

,,Would either of you be okay to stay with her for a minute?'' ,,I want to make us some food, so poor darling can eat'' Cordelia asks, before Wilhemina is quick to reply.

,,I'll stay'' meeting the mediums eyes, before she adds ,,I'll help you Delia''. Wilhemina nods thankfully, appreciating the moments where she gets to take care of her little one.

A little while later you stir from your unconscious state, feeling the gentle presence of someone in the room. Opening your eyes, you find yourself still in the armchair where Delia had left you, with Wilhemina sitting beside you, her gaze filled with concern and love.

,,Hey there little one'' Wilhemina coos gently, her hand reaching out to gently brush the hair from your forehead. ,,How are you feeling?'' she asks gently, not wanting to overwhelm you.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, the events of the day swirling in your mind like a storm. "I'm okay, I think," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you try to make sense of the jumble of emotions inside you. ,,I'm so sorry for all of that'' you apologise, guilt consuming you for having them see your weakness.

Wilhemina nods understandingly, her eyes full of empathy as she takes your hand in hers. "I know things have been tough lately," she says gently. "But I want you to know that you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, always."

,,And little one?'' she asks, her eyes searching for yours as she tilts her head a little. ,,I never want you to apologise about these sort of things, I don't want you to keep it from us'' she reassures.

Her words warm your heart, a glimmer of hope flickering in the darkness that has clouded your mind for so long. "Thank you," you whisper, a tear slipping down your cheek as you lean into her comforting embrace.

After a moment of quiet , Wilhemina speaks again, her voice filled with determination. "How about we go for a walk in the gardens?" she suggests, a hint of excitement in her tone. "It might do us both some good to get some fresh air and stretch our legs."

You hesitate for a moment, the thought of leaving the safety of the house sending a shiver of anxiety down your spine. But Wilhemina's reassuring presence gives you the courage to take that first step, to step out of your comfort zone and face the world once more.

With a nod, you agree, allowing Wilhemina to lead you by the hand as the two of you make your way out into the gardens. And as you walk hand in hand, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the warmth of Wilhemina's love, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that no matter what challenges may lie ahead, you will face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

,,Are you feeling okay little one?'' she asks, noticing how tight you are holding onto her hand. ,,Yes, just a little scary'' you admit. She gives you an emphatic but proud smile. ,,I know little one but I have got you, always'' she reassures again.

,,Delia?'' Billie gets her attention, her tone sounding serious as the supreme sees the mediums face, eyes filled with tears. ,,What is it love?'' she asks before Billie points out the window.

Watching from the window, Cordelia and Billie share a bittersweet smile, their hearts filled with love and pride as they witness the strength and resilience of their beloved. And as you and Wilhemina disappear into the garden, their love for you only grows stronger, a beacon of hope in the darkness that has been surrounding you lately.

,,Look at her'' Cordelia murmurs softly, her voice filled with love and adoration. ,,She's so strong'' she adds, tears blinking in her eyes.

,,Yeah'' Billie agrees, on the brim of tears. ,,She's stronger than she knows''

As they continue to watch you, Cordelia and Billie are filled with a sense of hope, knowing that you are not alone in your journey. ,,We will be okay'' Cordelia eventually mumbles as Billie leans her head on the supremes shoulder.

[bunniesnuggie]

ethan landry as a caregiver

ethan landry x hyper fem little!reader

summary: just some headcanons of our favorite nerd as a first time caregiver 💕

*this is a non-ghostface au, he’s alive and not a stabby boy 👍🏻💗

*not proofed*

quick lil heads up - i’ve literally never seen scream 6… and have no idea who anyone is except ethan so, keep that in mind. but i still have been kinda obsessed with him lately :3

♡finds out by coming home early from class and finding you fully regressed in his dorm

he’s so cute; he didn’t even know anything was “wrong” at first. just enjoying the sight of his adorable girlfriend laying on his bed in his shirt cuddling the build a bears you made for each other, watching barbie movies. that is, until you yelped and leaped off the bed, and literally started crying. traumatized him ™️

♡ himbo DID NOT understand,

he will never EVER judge you. but did have to do research b4 fully getting it, like cutiepie was reading phyc books during his classes and reading different posts online 💕but didn’t say anything abt it to you tho. just kinda became a mama bear one day 😭 he does ask you lots of questions when your big tho

♡ once he does get it tho…. OH BOY

he had no idea he would love taking care of someone so much, this is both of your guys first relationships. everything is new, this is no different to him than learning your favorite things or how you like to be comforted. he knows this is simply coping for you, and he would do anything for you. so helping you heal you inner child is nothing out of the question

♡ soft casual dominance is kinda already his thing, so it comes naturally

so he’s used to tying you shoes for you, holding your hand out in public, he’ll order you food and talk to strangers for you. so when he does become your caregiver, the dynamic in public isn’t really that different 🫶🏻

♡ bathtime, playtime, naps!!!

he loves spending time with you while your regressed!! he colors with you and totally plays dolls or dress up. he’s very pretty and loves when you tell him so while putting clips in his hair☺️

♡ lego bf!

literally buys you sm lego sets, easier ones like duplo for when ur smaller and the more complex “adult” ones for date night :}

♡ he also gets vv invested in your shows and stuffies lives

“he did WHAT?!? why would he do that, can’t he tell that is not Ariel????? i mean her hair isn’t even RED!!!” 🤬🤬 becomes an angry boi. he totally spills the tea with ur stuffies during tea parties😗

♡ makes sure you guys go on “little” dates at least twice a month

you guys are basically attached at the hip, young love and all, so dates are frequent. but when he became ur caregiver, he wanted to make sure you knew he wanted to do this and be there for you 1000%. he also wanted to help you with regressing regularly to help you cope with stress. you once told him that you hadn’t regressed once in like 5 months and it was not fun when you finally did, he learned abt “improper” regression that night and never wanted to let it happen to you again 🥹

♡ embodies spider-man!bf energy

he LOVES the hellokitty!gf x spider-man!bf trends. he literally thinks it was made for you guys nerd. makes you bracelets that say bunny and daddy on it, his is red a blue and urs is pink and white, awe💕💕lowkey feel like he’d dress up as spider-man for halloween too

♡ speaking of nicknames, say good bye to ur real name

even before he found out you were a little, it was always sweetheart, bunny, angel, pretty girl, baby, princess etc that boy loves you so much and he shows it. after though he added in little one, babybug, tiny, dolly…anything that makes you feel especially small

♡ literally always carrying you

this man is 6’2, he makes chad look small he towers over you and absolutely loves it. so he takes advantage of it when he can, piggyback rides are a common occurrence. he loves just holding you in his lap, seeing ur tiny body take up such little space and fit perfectly on him, makes him 🫠

♡ is SO SOO protective

people take him for granted, thinking he’s just some sweet, docile nerd who loves econ. and while that is true, bby can kick butt and will for you. he doesn’t let anyone near you while regressed, heck or even see pictures of you regressed. that is your safe space. he will be damned if he lets anyone taint it. he also asked of you would be ok with him monitoring you socials while small, especially if you have agere accounts. he does not take anon hate lightly and will not tolerate any nsfw accounts trying to interact with you

♡ he just loves you so much and wants u to always be happy

like i said he will do absolutely anything for you, that boy loves you more than anything in the world. he shows it to you every day, whether that be in big space by showering you with kisses and complements, showing you off in public with an uncomfy amount of pda. or in the comfort of your room, surrounded by stuffies and coloring books while your dada reads you a story 💗

a/n: ahhhh i’m back!!!! sorry it’s literally been like….a year👀i haven’t regressed in a very very long time and just haven’t had motivation to post :( i’ve also been obsessed with new ppl so i’ve been writhing non-eddie stuff lately :3 anywho here’s a lil smth smth and hopefully i’ll be posting a bit again. i want to write abt barry from obx but idk if anyone would care or read it 😭😭might just draft that one for me lol. i’ve also got a lot of requests and wips to finish so it’s just up to me to write them 🫠😭

*i’ll be updating my character list to included the new ppl i want to write about!!!

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[chainelunaire]

first date places

dabi

the roofs. he loves watching sky at any given time actually, he especially loves stargazing. when he was a kid, he had a telescope and about a hundred books about space, so til this day he's very invested. and another funny thing about him is that he still has that 'dude who was born rich' mentality, despite the fact that he lived on the streets for literally a decade. he wants everything to look like he hasn't tried (and he doesn't want to try) and he wants it to be literally perfect at the same time. so he goes for an obvious solution, being bringing you to watch stars together. it might be difficult to do in a such large city, but he knows places, and he knows a lot of them. he wants to show you the night city in all it's glory as well. he's a bit sentimental, so he shares a lot of stories of a particular places in which he lived - nothing in detail, just to entertain you. despite all his aloof demeanor, he's really proud of himself that he succeeded in impressing you. and if you're truly interested in astronomy as much as he is, then it's over for you, his nerdy ass won't shut up. it has it's pros: it's simply unfair how adorable he looks while telling you everything he knows about stars.

shigaraki

it's his bar for this very special occasion. he's very nervious and the fact that he already left his room is some heroic (pun unintended) shit for him. he needs somewhat comforting surroundings to collect himself better. i believe he's also a romantic at heart, so with help of the lov he'll decorate his place, so it'll be something really nice, not some messy area they usually live in. there will be music (in general he hates music, but he'll tolerate it just this once, because a, it's toga who plays guitar, b, it's for a mission (date)), there will be candles (he went through some real shit trying to steal scented ones and they smell bad anyway for his taste, and even yours), there will be an attempt at decent dinner (please don't eat it, your stomach will probably die). and however awkward it might look, with lov lurking in the background cheering you voth on, those awfully scented candles, somewhat nice music and tomura standing right in the middle of the chaos of this all, it still feels...genuinely nice? such a warm, fuzzy feeling, that you are so welcomed here. he really went out of his way to do this all for you.

hawks

congrats on pulling the hottest bitch in town, now good luck actually catching him for a date. the thing is, he's a second for a reason, he's booked and busy, going on missions saving people and so. the most foolproof plan here is to bring him on a date in his own apartment. it's difficult even like that, bc frankly, he's rarely there. he never had any desire to return here, tbh. it doesn't even look like someone lives in here, more like a hotel room, which is also pretty empty and dark. there's little to no furniture, some bed to sleep on, a couch, a table and a TV. very sad. so it's on you to make it cozier and it doesn't have to be much, not at all. he doesn't like fancy things in general, he just doesn't care. whatever you want to make with his place is fine by him. and he's not romantic at all actually, but he appreciates the effort you make to simply spend some time with him. it's a big deal for him, that someone is willing to spend their time not only to tidy up his place and all, but to actually do it for a date which is the direct invitation to spend more time with him. which means, someone really, really wants to spend this exact time with him. wild, don't you think? and this scene where you lit up all the candles you've brought and then sit right next to him, pulling a blanket over you both and asking which movie he chose in the end - that makes it for him.

[absolutebl]

Industry question for you, please: Why is it that it seems that Thai BL in particular has some really systemic issues with writing endings? Screwed-up pacing/editing, out-of-character/illogical actions, not being very satisfying... it seems like a show avoiding that fate is more of an exception than the rule, unfortunately. Do a lot of them just... not write the ending ahead of time? 😅 That would make having these sort of wacked-up endings at least make some sense, but... really, it makes *no* sense to me that that would be the actual standard writing strategy-- I mean, for example, one of the best living novel authors I know of *always* has very satisfying endings, literally without fail (I have read everything he's written and been perfectly content with the ending of every one), and the reason for that is he purposefully always writes the endings of his books *first*, then works everything back up to that point. Similarly, some of the best TV shows I've seen (from any country-- and this does actually include some Thai ones, to be fair) were written either all in one go or at the *very* least with their endings obviously already very firmly in mind, regardless of if they were completely original or were adaptations of some other source material. So... why does this often seem to be such a difficulty for the writers of Thai BL? 😅 (Sorry if I sound a little salty here, but endings either make or break all fiction for me {novels, manga/manhwa, TV, movies, games, whatever}, and I've been getting burned what seems to be more and more often lately with shows being great for the vast majority of their runtime but then inexplicably totally botching the landing, seemingly out of nowhere-- so I'm a bit frustrated with that when it seems to be a really simply-solved problem {that, indeed, has already been solved by many others before}: JUST WRITE THE DAMN ENDING *FIRST* and then work up to it? 🙃😅)

Endings huh? You a romance reader by nature? (Wait, no, you said... HE. So... Sparks? Green?) Anygay, where was I?

But yeah, I get it. I've always fancied the dessert course the most, myself.

To answer your question, not sure. I'm assuming its a narrative expectation based in culture. Like Japan and their lanes, China and 6 act structure, or Korea's adoration of love triangles. And producing culture comes to film and storytelling with its own set narrative conceits, archetypes, and tropes and aren't proscriptive but are leaned on a lot. Much as they come to film with a certain style as well.

Think about the "look" of Korean BL compared to the "look" of Taiwanese BL, for example. They have an entirely different flavor to them. Korean stuff is usually all bright and airy, lots of distance shots, super clean and uncluttered, filtered and filmy and atmospheric. Taiwanese stuff is much closer, more grainy, more bold with it's color choices and contrasts, kind-up n your face and gritty, a bit messy sometimes.

It's jarring to go from one to the other.

After watching nothing but Asian dramas for so long, I always find it jarring to go back to American shit. It feels over-acted and unsubtle and kind of brash. Over all "loud" and in my face. Jarring.

So when first encountering 4 or 6 act structure most westerners feel a little unmoored, it doesn't feel comfortable until you sink into it and leave 3 & 5 behind.

I'm mean I'm so used to K-dramas with that arbitrary year or more separation in the final episode I;m now shocked when it's not there.

I guess what I'm saying is maybe it's just a thing with Thailand, not to put that much truck in endings. The way (especially) romances do in the western world. There's a very fixed idea of what an HEA should look like in the west. Thailand may not share that idea.

I've not read the source books of any of these BLs, so I don't know if this is just their narrative style or not.

I mean there are some Thai BLs with good (if not great) endings, and plenty of Korean BLs with terrible middles, and far too many Taiwanese BLs with bad beginnings.

Ya just kinda get used to it, I guess.

15 Thai BLs with Good Endings

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Bad Buddy

Lovely Writer

2gether

Be My Favorite

Dark Blue Kiss (possibly my favorite on this list)

Destiny Seeker

Make a Wish

Naughty Babe

SOTUS

[a-girl-in-neverland]

Once again, im here to complain about the bridgerton subplots and changes

So spoiler for Season 3 ahead

I hated that they just cast Anthony and Kate aside. Do they really had to go RUNNING to India and couldnt wait for FRANCESCA'S WEDDING???? Hello??? Werent they the head of the family??

The intention with that is great and loving but is the showrunner allergic to having Jonathan Bailey and Simone Ashley in our screens for more than 3 minutes????

Like at that scene of the night before Polins wedding. Colin mentions that Kanthony has "come back"??? From where??? Did they run off again??

(Also i would really like to know who Edwina married and a bit of her love story)

The way in which the writers simply forgot about benedict's art/painting plot is atonishing. The build up of S1 to S2 was great, with the art school, but then in S3 is like that never happened?? Why didnt they explore more Benedict's lack of purpose or even his disappoinment with Anthony's actions?? Noooo, they just rather have him have sex with people all season long

(Before you come after me, im not critizing Benedicts sexuality, im just pissed that his character had barely nothing to do this season other than have sex, but i did enjoy a lot his scenes with eloise)

The Mondrichs plot was sooooo inconsequential and had nothing to do with any other one in the entire season. What was the point of keeping them?????

Somehow the writers in this show can make up irrelevant plots for lukewarm characters but cant come up with anything for the most beloved ones

And lastly about Michaela Stirling. So many people on twitter are fighting over this that is sickening. But lemme tell you this, all my life i had the pleasure (or better, the experience) to see many books i adore turn into movies/tv shows. Sometimes in adapting change is good, sometimes is necessary. But this change alters the whole story.

To be clear, i am NOT trying to be disrespectul, or homophobic or even mean about it. I dont mind the representation. In fact i think stories centered around LGBTQ+ leads, in this period of time, is a niche that could be much explored. Bridgerton could inspire people who belong in this community to write these stories, which is great.

However, the change of introducing Michaela completely transforms Francescas story. The second-love with the exploration of sexuality trope has great potential. But changing so greatly a story thats well known between the fans is risky to say at least.

Francescas book is not my favorite (by far actually) but it is for a lot of people, and a lot of readers have been enamoured with michael for the last 20 years, at least. So i understand if people get upset, because i would too if my favorite couple/story changed so much out of the blue

And honestly, i think this is one of the ways the show is trying to remain relevant. I AM NOT trying to say that TV should use LGBTQ+ love stories as clickbait. But be serious, the books were written as 8 straight love stories, in todays society people would be complaining if they followed if by the rule.

Anyway, Polin were wonderful. Nicola and Luke you are so so so loved, we couldnt have actors that loved their characters more

(And at this point i might be a Portia Featherington stan, she grew a lot on me)

If you read this far, i hope you have a great week and please dont come for my critics, they are not hate opinions, i just needed to rant <3

[josephquinnswhore]

Hi there! Let me start off by saying that I absolutely adore your writing :D

I have a request if that is okay:

Could you do one of Pedro x plus!size reader where he comes home and finds reader on the couch/in bed crippled with awful period pains and are feeling really emotional about pain/how they look when like this? He does everything in his power to make them feel better (it breaks his heart seeing his world like this). Make it as emotional and as fluffy as you like!

Thankyou, take care <3

I’ve Got You - pedro pascal x plus size!female reader

Summary: Pedro takes care of you while you’re on your period.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warning: mentions of blood, insecurity, nudity, slightly suggestive behaviour & language.

Note: I’m going to make it that the reader has PCOS, I hope that’s okay. Cause it needs more awareness 🤍 thanks for requesting, I hope you love it. Thank you so much for your kind words anon, sorry for the wait 🥰

On a normal day, by midday you would have showered, cleaned the house, ticking off your chores one at a time as you listen to the music playing off the tv that had connected to your Spotify. You would have made yourself breakfast, normally something fresh and fulfilling and homemade. Lunch you would have made an extra serving for Pedro to enjoy when he got home, he was expected to be home around this time, and gone on a run around the city and stop by the local Starbucks for your routine afternoon coffee and cake with Pedro as you watch a movie. You’d have watered the house plants and read a few chapters of your favourite book that sat beside the bed as Pedro dozed off on your lap as you hold the book open in one hand skilfully and massaged his head with the other hand.

But today was not a normal day. It was a day where even at midday, 12pm. You were stuck in bed, still wearing your pyjamas from the night before, hair starting to form knots as you hadn’t taken out the braids or brushed it out. Your only moment out of the comfort you found in this bed was to go to the toilet, and even that was a struggle. You held both hands on your stomach, cradling it as if it would help alleviate the pain that had you doubled over as you waddle to the bathroom, when you realise you had just started your period, the inconvenience earning a groan from you. That was hours ago, 5 hours ago to be exact. You’d done nothing since, you were simply existing.

Pedro was due home any minute as you gather the strength to check the time, the watch on your wrist turning on the minute. Your cramps haven’t subsided, the worsening pain that formed in your abdomen has now spread to your thighs, back and even shoulders, your whole body aching from the severity of the pain your period brought on. You were diagnosed with a hormonal disorder, PCOS, which contributed to your excruciating period pains and emotionally charged state of depression. Your hormones had you in a vice grip, forcing the tears out of your eyes as the pain turns up a notch, your cramps unwavering in their determination to cause you as much pain as possible, your legs feel a sensation of numbness.

You just want to stand up, maybe just long enough to fetch a heating pad, or some sleeping pills to knock you out of the consciousness so you didn’t have to feel the pain, your stomachs emptiness added to the ache your tummy felt, the extra squish of your stomach ends up between your fingers tight grip, trying to create a new pain to destruct yourself with. Your frustration is growing by the minute, the pain and hormones are driving you insane, all you want is Pedro to come home and hold you. But also not want to see him at all, you never wanted him to see you like this; crippled and unhygienic, lethargic and depressed; the house was still a mess and you felt ashamed that nothing had been done.

The front door shuts and you brace yourself for Pedro to express his disappointment at the state of the house; and you. “Honey?” When he calls out you don’t respond, instead you clench your eyes, the tears that had been welling fell down your cheeks, your sobs you’d been holding in had escaped your wet lips. He didn’t expect to find you like this; but immediately knew what was happening, he knew what to expect with you, knew you were fragile and he had to tread carefully.

His large hand was soft on the side of your face as he caressed your cheeks, his fingers tickling you as he wipes your tears. “Oh honey.” You’re too ashamed to meet his gaze, you can feel his warmth and his soft gaze but you’re too embarrassed to look at him. His fingers carefully wipe the tears under your eyes, your wet eyelashes stick together as he does so. “Look at me honey.” His voice sounds like honey, it’s so sweet and tooth rotting, how could you not look at him when he asks. Your eyes open hesitantly, tears still falling from them and through the blurriness it creates you see a concerned look on your boyfriends face.

“I-I’m I haven’t cleaned or showered I just-“ your voice cracks and stutters from the emotion turmoil you’re going through. “Don’t ever apologise to me for that honey. You’re in pain and I don’t expect you to do anything while you’re suffering.” Your lip wobbles and you breathe out a laugh, sniffling as you realise how silly you feel for thinking he would be mad at you, he has never treated you anything less than perfect.

“Can you stand? We’re going to get you showered, it might help with the cramps.” You bit your lip, “I don’t know, I might need you to help me.” You mumble, “I got you honey, come on, that’s it.” His hands are outstretched towards you and guides you off the bed and into the bathroom, you’re half crouched over and holding your stomach, the movement seems to be helping the pain ever so slightly. He turns the hot water on high, the cold water barely running through the shower head. “Try the water hun and let me know how it feels.” You step to the edge of the shower, your fingers emerging into the steaming water and you hun in delight, “it’s perfect.”

“Let’s get you undressed now hm?” Your eyes held doubt, not wanting him to see the soaked pad you’re wearing. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, just let me take care of you.” You nod, silently agreeing to let him help you, your whole face is red in embarrassment as he undressed you, your pyjamas stripped of you and Pedro admires your body, your tits drop as they sit in place, slightly sagging from the weight of them, your soft stomach hangs over your pubic bone, your love handles poke out over your underwear, the small bow in the middle of them hidden until Pedro takes them off. He kneels down and cradles your stomach, kissing it, wishing he could do more to take the pain away.

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, looking at you as he pulls them down, sensing your discomfort. You lift your feet and he pulls your underwear off your body, “hop in baby.” He urges and you do, a soft moan leaves your body as the steaming hot water hits your body, almost immediately providing a temporary relief, you hear the lord of the bin near the toilet close as he discards of your disposables. To your surprise, he strips of his own clothing and steps into the shower behind you, his hands are almost immediately on your hips, running up and down your curves, fingers digging in as he massages you, your knees almost buckle and he grips your hips, “got you baby, I won’t let you fall.”

The way his fingers felt on your skin was euphoric, all you could think about was how they’d feel in your- what was it with being on your period that made you so horny? You clench your thighs together and sigh in frustration. “I know baby, I know.” He kisses the skin between your neck and shoulder, worsening the urge to take him in the shower.

He’s soaping up a green luifer, the body wash suds smell amazing, the pomegranate and berry scent was incredible, the steam carried the scent throughout the room. He starts with your breasts, washing them and moving down to your stomach, paying extra attention to your abdomen, the soap between his fingers make them glide down your wet skin. It feels incredible, you feel clean and comfortable, the pain was barely noticeable with the hot water and the massage of Pedro’s fingers on your shoulders, he drags the soap down your back and rubs his fingers in circles, his skilled fingers create a sinful sensation that makes you throw your head back, resting on his chest and you hum to yourself in contentment. “How are you feeling honey?”

Your eyes flutter as they struggle to stay open, “feel amazing baby.” Your voice is almost slurred with how good you’re feeling. The laugh the comes out of your boyfriends mouth is a sweet melody to your ears, “we’d better get you something to eat, can’t have this beautiful tummy empty can we sweetheart?” You shake your head no, the grumble of your empty stomach agreeing with his statement.

When you’re dressed and out of the shower you feel a bit better, the ache is full and still lingering. Pedro offers some anti inflammatory tablets to encourage you to try and alleviate the pain.

He makes your favourite meal, cooks it fresh using ingredients from his fridge, your mouth is salivating at the smell as he’s cooking and you can hardly wait, but thankfully he’s quick in cooking you food knowing you’re impatient having not eaten at all today. Hell accompany the food with a bottle of water, he doesn’t want you to get dehydrated.

“You wanna pick the movie?” He asks, watching you as you eat your meal, the steam not deterring you from eating it although it’s hot. “Narcos,” you mumble with a mouth full of half chewed food, Pedro’s not bothered. He does raise an eyebrow at your choice of what to watch. “Seriously?” You huff, swallowing your food. “Yeah seriously, I wanna see my seriously sexy boyfriend when he was younger. Even though he is even sexier with age.” You sent him a wink and he chuckles at you, “okay, okay fine.” He plays what you want, just glad you’re feeling better, you’re feeling clean, refreshed, your pain is being medicated, your plush tummy is being attended to with your favourite food. The chores weren’t done; but to hell with the house. You were more important.

[ultraericthered]

Another King Magnifico Post

A common criticism of Wish is that King Magnifico, like pretty much every character in the film, doesn't seem to have any solid motivation driving his actions in the story, and that the backstory we're given doesn't sufficiently set up any such motivation. I partially agree, but partially disagree. It's not that motivation for Magnifico's villainy isn't there in the story, it's that the presentation of it in the movie that fails because ironic enough for a simple fairy tale, they overcomplicate it.

King Magnifico's motivations, made simple:

Keep his crown, his power, and his iron-fisted control over Rosas and the system of wishes he created so that he may continue to make his own wishes come true, even if at the expense of all other wishes, and his people's reverence of him and dependence on him endures.

King Magnifico's motivations post-forbidden magic book:

Still that, but with the added feature of him being so drunk on power that he wants to take and break wishes, along with Star itself, to add to that power with which he'll quell any dissent to his rule and re-subjugate the dissenters, and in this state of mind, he would rather see his kingdom razed to the ground than relinquish that power.

King Magnifico as seen in the movie:

Safeguard all wishes in Rosas because he sincerely believes in the value of wishes due to his tragic backstory, so that THAT will never happen again and no one in the kingdom he built will suffer the sort of trauma and heartbreak that he did...but he's a little too tight with how he asserts his control, is too paranoid, biased, close-minded and self-interested in how he judges which wishes to grant and which ones to not grant, hoards so many ungranted wishes away for their magical blessings, and doesn't simply return the wishes he won't grant because reasons, possibly because he fears pulling away that carrot on a stick would disillusion people with him and he'd lose his relevence, attention, adulation, and respect. 'Cause he's a malignant narcissist who is so comically in love with his own self-image that he has a God Complex/Savior Complex that makes him more arrogant and power-hungry, don'tchya know. But he also loves his wife, wants to protect her too, and will trust her judgment when she advises him to not go to extremes...except when he doesn't. And when Star is in Rosas spreading a new magical power that isn't his, Asha acts out in rebellion against his rule and system, and the people all start to question him rather than give him the blind respect, adoration, and complacency he feels so entitled to, he spirals into madness and villainy to the point of opening up the forbidden magic book...which drives him to madness and villainy even more, and once he's drunk on this power and learns that breaking wishes enhances it, he wants to break wishes and add Star itself to his power and make everyone all sad and disspirited forever with no more wishes so that they'll stop resisting and he can oppress them without consequence. Because he's evil, has lost all good in him, and nothing about the character that was set up in the first half of the story really matters anymore.

Where was I? Oh yeah!

Had the movie shared a fuller account of Magnifico's backstory with us at the very beginning, and then alluded to it at only a few key points in the story to clearly link how Magnifico presently percieves something and feels about something with what happened in his past that set him down his path to becoming the bad man he is now, and otherwise just played straight the simplified motivations of the first two paragraphs up there, his characterization and descent into full-on villainy would've been all the stronger and easier to follow for it.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/12/2024

beat breath of the wild and have no real interest in rot13’ing spoilers for a seven year old game. also early thoughts on the first couple hours in tears of the kingdom. so if you don’t want to see that don’t read the playing section

listening

there is a particular piece of exploring ambient music that plays in a particular cave in genshin impact's fontaine and i adored it. i kept going back to that cave to trigger the music. it reminds me very much of Erich Wolfgang Korngold, who won several Oscars for early Technicolor swashbucklers-- The Sea Hawk, The Adventures of Robin Hood, et al. this particular piece leans into it the most and really grabbed me bc that's what Fontaine is all about: the romanticism, the folk heroism, the seafaring swashbuckling. i wish they leaned into it a bit more across fontaine, but i haven't played since i got fired and had to give my laptop back so perhaps the last patch has more similar music?

the use of bells in this is super great and pulled my attention first, but the way it ends-- a sort of sliding violin halt, some woodwinds fluttering up, a flute twining in. i hope their composing team wins some fuckin awards this year bc all the genshin music is good but the fontaine music is really a cut above.

either you've seen enough lavish technicolor adventure movies to know what the fuck i'm on about or you haven't, i hope this makes sense for why i was so excited about hearing this particular style in such an unexpected medium. here actually listen to this

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reading

The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang, i think a post on here influenced me bc it promised gay genderfuckery but i put it on hold SO long ago i could not tell you when that was or what the post was. it’s not NOT gay and genderfucky. but that’s really not the point of the book. this also wasn’t the easy read i was expecting it to be. let's yoink both the photo and the pitch from macmillan:

Lin Chong is an expert arms instructor, training the Emperor's soldiers in sword and truncheon, battle axe and spear, lance and crossbow. Unlike bolder friends who flirt with challenging the unequal hierarchies and values of Imperial society, she believes in keeping her head down and doing her job. Until a powerful man with a vendetta rips that carefully-built life away. Disgraced, tattooed as a criminal, and on the run from an Imperial Marshall who will stop at nothing to see her dead, Lin Chong is recruited by the Bandits of Liangshan. Mountain outlaws on the margins of society, the Liangshan Bandits proclaim a belief in justice—for women, for the downtrodden, for progressive thinkers a corrupt Empire would imprison or destroy. They’re also murderers, thieves, smugglers, and cutthroats. Inspired by a classic of martial arts literature, S. L. Huang's The Water Outlaws are bandits of devastating ruthlessness, unseemly femininity, dangerous philosophies, and ungovernable gender who are ready to make history—or tear it apart.

this book kept me company through a particularly bad bout of insomnia and i did enjoy my time with it, i'm glad it exists in the world and i'm glad to have read it essentially in one sitting. if i owned a hard copy, i don't think i would hang on to it. it was Fine, it's simply not for me. a bit too chewy and for bigger fans of Chinese history and/or wuxia i think.

there is an extremely large cast of characters (i often found myself referring back to the dramatis personae) and quite grim in parts. sexual assault, cannibalism as revenge, a very realistic war. a lot of really terrible, really grievous things happen to bodies. the fight scenes are clear and competent and will in fact unfold in your head like a martial arts movie.

it does take quite a while to get going and unfolds more like a TV show than a political thriller movie. this is a fat fucking book. this is a twenty hour audiobook. it strongly benefits from shifting POVs over its length, Huang is particularly good at differentiating tone and what each character pays attention to for maximum effect. she's also really good at one of my favorite things, displays of political deftness where you can’t see how someone would have made any other choice. some really top tier leftist infighting

while it is gay and it is genderbending, i would not say discussions of sex and sexuality are at the forefront. this is a group that has been pushed to the margins for their gender and sexuality, but this is a book concerned with how they survive and there isn’t a lot of space for discussions that aren’t about survival. there’s no fucking on page, but this book did not advertise itself as a romance or erotica so i don’t fully understand other readers' criticisms here.

this is a very competently written book. i am not going to remember it in a month's time. i don't normally emphasize it to this degree bc i feel a little bad about going "meh" at this tale of women fighting for societal and personal freedom, something i too have done but with less gore, but there is a wide gray sea of books that are simply fine and i don't particularly love or particularly hate bc they weren't quite what i needed or what i expected at the time. so it goes.

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watching

there is a revelation in Yellowstone season 3 episode 7 (picture unrelated i just like having a picture for each section) that made us (me, my bestie, my bestie’s husband) all SCREAM and have to pause it and leave the room for a moment to compose ourselves. the amount of Things per episode that happen in that show. they really fuckin use all of their forty-four minutes.

i watch so little modern prestige tv i i keep thinking about why this has its hooks in my brain so, and i think this is the same concept as homestuck and soap operas and war and peace: once you get sucked into a huge sprawling semi-nonsensical drama you are In It BayBee

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playing

i didn't know lizalfos could do that. i don't like that. stop it.

somehow i had never gotten up to this platform near dueling peaks stables and was rewarded with...some arrows. but the sun rising turned the marsh all gold, and all the atmosphere shading was firing on all cylinders, and it looked real pretty. the weather in breath of the wild is fun.

i had been under the impression that the divine beasts had been slowly siphoning away ganon’s energy or something and had not realized that they were lining up shots and were the equivalent of little laser sniper dots. hearing that joyous musical cue and watching ganon get got by that tremendous beam of light was maybe the funniest moment in the game???

anyway did finally beat breath of the wild!!! did tear up at the end! im annoyed that the postgame just vworps you back immediately pre-castle but i get it from a game architecture perspective.

at the very last bit of the fight i fell off my horse who got stuck against the beast’s leg taking damage and i was SO scared it was going to kill my horse but we were ok!!! i think i overprepared for that fight. the thunderblight light ganon fight was way harder imo.

popping that map back open postgame and seeing a cheery little 43% completion in the corner was. good god. i had 105 shrines and 66/77 side quests, all but four of the shrine quests, and like 250 koroks. i guess the koroks count for way more than i thought??? or perhaps i didn’t actually discover as many named places as i thought??? i would probably have more coherent thoughts about the end of this game if i were not Extremely Depressed and wasn't able to immediately jump to tears of the kingdom. as it is, i feel sort of "huh. ok. that's checked off. next task: ganon But More"

on to tears of the kingdom: i love zelda with her little bi bob. i do NOT love link with longer hair. give him his ponytail back

i loooooove these little grotesques on the temple of time-- i was spoiled for the end of tears of the kingdom bc i watched my bestie’s husband play through the last three hours. i have just enough context to make everything more confusing. also, i was fully expecting the time skip to be like several thousands of years but it’s like a month at most???

it is So Funny to me that the lord of the mountain in the last game is an extremely rare occurrence you have to go visit at a specific place, and in this game he just wants his appy slices :) this is an excuse to talk about other rideable animals: i started a new switch profile to replay botw lo these many weeks ago, forgot to choose that one when starting totk, and don’t have any of the horses i spent the last month with :( the horses from my first playthrough several years ago are, quite frankly, not very good stats wise.

i went right to hebra to start the rito quest (where is the divine beast??? what has happened to the divine beasts???) but keep getting my shit kicked in one blow so i think i will fuck around the castle and do some more shrines. my overall impression is that this game is way more fiddly. there’s more Stuff to combine and keep track of. i wish i could premake fire and ice and bomb arrows instead of having to select them every time. that’s a lot of button presses in the middle of a fight. also my controller is succumbing to some fatal connectivity issues so this portion of the tuesdaypost may be slower for a bit. i will scrape up some money for a new controller bc this is a real loadbearing activity but it’s going to take a minute to ship to me i assume.

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making

listen i deep cleaned my living/dining and bedroom today in a fit of remarkably productive anxiety, that’s about all that’s happening this week. i finished repainting some large frames, i framed one thing but don't like it, i fucked up framing another thing and i have put it back in the closet to simmer/until i remember how to measure things again

[reigningqueenofwords]

Sam's Old Shirt

Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 938

Read on AO3

Part 3 of When Did We Get a Kid?

Walking in the door, you had to stop yourself from slamming it. Your date had been one of the worst ones you had ever had. Including high school. Dropping your purse off on the little table right inside the door, you groaned. Greg was a great guy at work. Always polite, never too nosy, and did his work on time. Not only was he only like that professionally, but the man didn’t know how to dress.

“That doesn’t sound good.” You heard Sam say from the living room. Turning the corner, you sighed. He was on the far end of the couch, remote in hand. Not even bothering to change, you simply walked over to the couch and flopped down. Laying on your stomach, your head was resting on his lap. “Wanna talk about it?” He pulled the clip from your hair and set it aside. A moment later you felt his fingers running through your hair. You had even put effort into your look. Nothing over the top, it was just coffee. You’d picked out a peach skirt that went to your knees, a white fitted t-shirt, and a pair of cute flats. Seemed you wasted your time. That wasn’t including fighting with your hair clip.

You groaned. “No offense, but men are idiots.” You half teased.

Sam chuckled. “None taken.” He knew that you didn’t include him in that, and he also knew that some men were complete idiots. “What happened?”

Rolling to your back, you kicked off your shoes and looked at him making a face. “First of all, out side of the workplace? The man cannot dress.” You told him. “It looked like I was on a date with a very, very tall twelve year old…” He had to laugh at that, causing you to playfully slap his chest. “He kept checking out the barista, who I’m pretty sure is married, and didn’t even try to hide it. Made the worse slurping noises when drinking his coffee, which made me want to dump it on him, and he chewed his muffin with his mouth open.” You pretended to gag. He knew that was a pet peeve of yours. “Tried to order for me, and ugh. I don’t want to talk about that anymore. How was bed time with Connor?” That seemed to be a much better topic.

“It went pretty well.” He smiled.

“Yeah?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I have to wash a few towels now because he felt the need to pretend he was Shamu at Sea World…” You stifled a laugh at that. “Don’t worry, I made sure to get all the water.” He reassured you. “Then we played tag for ten minutes while I tried to get him into his pajamas.”

“You wear him down?” You teased.

“No, he wore me down.” Sam shook his head. “I played dead on the floor. When he came over to check, I tickled him.” That was something that you could easily picture. Sam and kids seemed to fit so well together. “After that, he ‘read’ me a book. I helped him brush his teeth, which, I didn’t realize that kids’ toothbrushes were that small.”

You chuckled. “Everything looks small compared to your hands, you giant.” Sitting up, you sighed.

“By then he was pretty tuckered out.” He shrugged. “Want to watch a movie? Get your mind off of what’s his face?”

Pretending to think for a moment, you smiled and nodded. “I’d love that. But first, I’m getting comfortable!” You rolled off the couch and got up. “I’m stealing a shirt, I hope ya know!” He laughed as you walked out of the room. Poking your head back in, you smirked. “I’m in the mood for a comedy. Find something funny!”

It didn’t take you long to change. You’d stolen one of his old college shirts as you told him you would, and then threw on a pair of shorts. Walking back out, you sat next to him on the couch. “I put in Dumb and Dumber.” He told you, earning a look.

“I said funny, not stupid!” You teased, poking him. However, when he actually pressed play, it wasn’t Dumb and Dumber. It was one of your favorites- one that both of you could quote no problem. Bruce Almighty. Grabbing a throw pillow, you tossed it on his arm. “You’re lucky you’re adorable.” You said, laying your head on the pillow. He shook his head and reached over to shut off the lamp.

Sometime during the movie, you had fallen asleep. He simply covered you up and let you stay where you were. Once everything was shut off, he moved through the apartment. Sam checked on Connor to see him fast asleep before heading into your room and going to bed.

Neither of you heard Connor get up in the middle of the night. You didn’t even feel him join you on the couch. However, that’s how Sam found you the next morning. You were facing the back of the couch, arm around Connor, him curling against your chest. Smiling, he quietly moved back to his room to grab his phone. He wanted to remember this- how cute you looked curled up with a kid. He doubted it was something he’d see often, after all.

After he snapped a couple pictures, he moved to the kitchen to throw together some breakfast. Dean was supposed to be there in a few hours, so he wanted to at least get some quiet time in. Dean didn’t have kids yet, but he was pretty good with them. However, if you asked him, he’d deny it.

[agirlandherquill]

Written In Smoke - The Inceptive Letter

Now, for the first post of this series I thought I’d begin with something simple, explaining the name - Written, because of course I’m a writer and I adore the clickety-clack of keys (and writing with a fountain pen in a notebook when I’m outlining plot, which is a new little venture I’ve begun doing) and Smoke, because it’s a weekly account of events, nothing is going to be completely solid, and my memory will have gaps even if I attempt to note things down, and also because much like the flow of ink upon paper, life is similarly fluid too, in my mind at least, it’s very much like smoke - full of substance, beautiful, chaotic, and full of little moments (which I completely adore) and thus the use of smoke, because little moments disappear so quickly but the remnants remain with you forevermore, and that’s as much of an explanation as my mind can conjure, which for me at the very least, composes the introduction to this series!

And now to move on to the main substance of this post - much like the ingredients of a perfect dish, the parts are still a work in progress, so bear with me whilst I work out which to include and how to structure it

 (And come up with working titles for each section, which is part of the fun!)

A Glimpse Through Time - little bits about me and what I’ve been up to this week

This week marked the end of a chapter, a very important one, because I completed (some may say survived, barely) my final three papers and today was my final day of academic normalcy - everything from here-on-out is completely and utterly unknown - no more Lit, Bio, and Chem to worry about for the summer at least, which is very, very daunting but I did it, I made it through and hopefully my work paid off - we shall see in a few months time, but i’m not ready to think about that yet - Having to say goodbye to the people who have taught me for the past few years was difficult but I made it through with no tears, a few hugs and cards written, which was lovely, truly, and I’m grateful for every minute of it.

Other than completing the final obstacle toward the free-fall that Is adulthood (I say that as though the feat isn’t impressive, because it sure would be to me two years ago), only a few things have happened this week:

(I’m making this a list because who doesn’t adore lists? Perhaps only me, but that’s more than okay)

Stuff Your Kindle Day was yesterday, and my poor, poor kindle has to suffer with the acquisition of 50-odd books (I haven’t dared to count past that, and it was my first actual SYK day despite owning a kindle for 9 years), and I have no idea if it has the storage for it, so that’ll be fun to work through

I made a bet to watch star-wars, now of course i’ve seen most of it (movie-wise, definitely, and 3/4 of mandalorian minus s3 because let’s face it, I’m as behind on that as I am with Witcher, which is soon to be rectified but anyway redirecting back to Star Wars) but very little of the shows and it’s been so long I hardly remember the plots and such, which I’m very much looking forward to re-experiencing for the first “proper-ish” time - so I’m starting with Solo, then steadily working my way through ANH, ESB, ROTJ, Mando S1, Mando S2, Boba Fett, Mando S3, TFA, TLJ, TROS, TPM, AOTC, Clone wars (movie and plot-vital eps, I was given a list), ROTS, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka - all of this in exchange for my friend to watch The Boys (I’m going to rewatch it all, then finally see Gen V, hopefully in time before S4 ends and I can watch the last few eps as they come out, like I did with S3)

I decided I want to go on a trip over summer, just me, which is frankly terrifying but I’m really excited - I’m thinking of Bath, possibly, because the Jane Austen Museum is there (Persuasion is the love of my life and i’ve only read it twice, I also need to read more than simply that and Pride and Prejudice) and a few doors down is Mary Shelley’s Museum too! It’s a trip that’s doable in a day, by train, which is pretty perfect for my first solo excursion - so bear with me since that’s in the works

To end this list I’m slipping in a note about a brief-exchange that my delusional mind brands rom-com noteworthy (only it’s not, unless it maybe is? i’ll leave that to the reader to decide), I gifted my chemistry lab-partner a chocolate bar and a note of gratitude because it’s down to him that I survived the practicals (only kidding, I’m not THAT dangerous, but we were the most successful pair in the class which was pretty awesome), and enjoyed the chem course even more than I thought I would - and on the final day (today, insert anxious and clueless screaming because it feels far, far too soon for everything to be over) on the way out, he gifted me something in return - I never thought a chocolate bar would make me want to cry and giggle at the same time, but there you go (part of me prays he will not notice the existence of my Tumblr, but it’s possible, and if he ever reads this - I am so, so, sorry, but either way my appreciation is known, and that’s good enough for me, and he’s very, very sweet)

Now, what else is there to include in this section? Oh, I know! The nightmare that is the vast variety of things that entertain me - cough, slightly melodramatic of me, but you’ll see what I mean momentarily,

Books - I’m roughly 120 pages into the Wheel of Time, which I already know will become my LOTR (assuming that is an actual phrase and not something my brain has made up, which is highly likely regardless - it’s also a slight reference to Ready Player One, since Kira reread LOTR every single year), because who doesn’t love danger, fantasy, and a delicious almost undecipherable prophecy? If I don’t re-read this book every year I will be incredibly, incredibly surprised. Fighting sleep one night this week I sought out my kindle, which had been sorely unused these last couple years, and I started to read Interview With The Vampire, and I’ve spent a couple hours reading it today, I’m about 25% in according to Kindle stats, so I’ll see how it goes. Surprisingly though, I stumbled across Perks of Being A Wallflower on Kindle Unlimited today - and 5 hours later, with a couple of breaks scattered between, I finished it, about twenty minutes before writing this section - and let me tell you, that book was a LOT, but a good lot? i suppose? And I’m glad I finally got around to reading it - It’s also given me the urge to reread All The Bright Places which I read for the first time last summer, and it’s beautiful, and so, so good,

Shows - Seeing as it’s the weekend I’m making my way through Dexter, I’m currently 3/4 through S4 and loving it, it’s INSANE, I’m also watching Shameless US, I’m on S6 and it’s actually baffling me how much I’m enjoying it (Lip is my favourite character, and this season HURTS me with how much it hurts him, mild spoiler possibly? apologies if so), I’m also going to start rewatching the Boys as aforementioned, seeing the dark side of superheroes is so incredibly genius, if not disturbing, and there’s plenty of that in the show to look forward to experiencing again, so wish me luck dear reader,

Music - I listen to a LOT. That’s the honest truth. Lots of genres, lots of people, but I’ll try and pick out some of the things I’ve been listening to this week: Outlander S1&2 Soundtrack (I’ve only seen up to s2, and after reading the first book last month it was perfect timing for exam season), Like That by Bea Miller (I rediscovered this recently and it fits so well with the characters in my head, and even though I haven’t been writing lately, believe me, I’ve been plotting), Trouble by Camylio (it reminds me of the main characters in my currently not fully-written book, as in the work I need to complete/redraft after I finish Ruin’s Reprisal), Ludens by Bring Me The Horizon (does this song really need an explanation? It’s just that good) and finally, to finish off this little list of things that I’ve hearing a lot this week, The Other Side by Stephen Sanchez, which is so so good

Spills From The Ink-Pot - writing, writing, and more writing

Seeing as it’s Friday, and today is the start of my lengthy, well-needed summer, there’s not an awful lot I can tell you all for writing progress, but so far this weekend I did manage to re-read the chapter I’m editing and the progress I’ve made in it so far, which was super helpful, and by the end of this weekend hopefully I’ll have that chapter all finished, and then afterwards have a lot more to share with you all next week!

But to make up for my absence from writeblr and being unable to post anything these last few weeks, I’ll add this in:

Just a little glimpse into my workspace/theme/whatever you wish to call it on Scrivener - that's right, I'm a Scrivener girlie, and I'm so glad I invested in it last May (take part in NaNoWriMo camps folks, you get 50% off, which is what I did, aka £25 for permanent use as opposed to £50, which is still really good compared to Word etc, in my opinion) - and a sneak peek at some of my Chapter Titles, which I really do love coming up with,

(if it's blurry I do apologise, but you get the gist, hopefully)

Incase it’s not obvious, this account was written in parts, over the course of Friday and Saturday (11pm today, roughly), since I lost the battle against exhaustion and fell asleep before I could finish compiling this lengthy post (that’s not a complaint, i’m really enjoying writing this) so I’m finishing this very first post a tad later than initially planned, but these things happen, and that’s all right - you’ll also notice my battle with autocorrect and its capitalisation, sometimes I win, sometimes I lose, but I’d rather not go back and correct things this late at night, so apologies for that slight blunder but I promise the next post will be all properly formatted with headers and capitals (as soon as I figure out how to include headers, and make them, hopefully trusty procreate comes in handy, but we shall see)

So that’s it! The very first Written In Smoke is completed, compiled and heading your way - I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it, this is unknown territory for me and it feels as though I’m baring another piece of myself to the world, but it’s worth it, I knew it when this began, and I know it now as I write these last few lines, so if you’ve read this far - thank you, and I’ll see you all next week for the next entry in this series!

~ A Girl and Her Quill

p.s. if there’s anything else you’d like to know about, let me know! suggestions are greatly appreciated (cough, somewhat desperately needed because I have no idea what I’m doing)

p. p. s. being the utter genius I am, I pressed save as draft rather than post, so this is coming out even later than originally planned - whoops!

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